"Nah, I don't need to leave any time soon," he admitted as he held the cup right, a meek smile on his lips as he held the contraband. The man took a deep sip of the tea and let out a soft hum. It wasn't perfect, though beggars can't be choosers. If it were up to him he'd put in a teaspoon of local honey and just a bit of cream. Some basic breakfast tea was... better than nothing.
"The garden sounds nice," he admitted. "I have a black thumb, the only thing I've ever been able to keep alive was this cactus. It's pretty big, I've had it since I was young, but everything else I've tried to grow dies within a week. Either that or we gave them to the cafe owner and she'd put them in, like, plant hospice."
"The garden sounds nice," he admitted. "I have a black thumb, the only thing I've ever been able to keep alive was this cactus. It's pretty big, I've had it since I was young, but everything else I've tried to grow dies within a week. Either that or we gave them to the cafe owner and she'd put them in, like, plant hospice."