[ hong lu considers this with the gravity of someone who's just been asked the question to the meaning of life. and then, of course, because this is hong lu - he beams. ]

Of course. I'd like a cup. [ he shifts into the empty seat across from the young lady. there's an air to her, hong lu thinks, as he puts down on to the table the plate with seventeen different flavours of danish, politely sliding it aside to receive the tea as it's being poured. she reminds him a little of the fortunetellers back at his family's estate, the ones that seemed to know all the secrets of the world. it's why he asks: ] How does this tea pair well with company? Does it do something different, or tastes something different, when two people drink it as opposed to just one?