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For a second, Elinor didn't pay attention to what Nigel had started to ask. She was just staring and waiting. She rested one hand in her lap, the other placed on the table between them.
"Uh," she finally said after a few long seconds. She shook herself out of her anticipation, realizing she hadn't thought that far into her little white lie. It shouldn't matter anyhow. "It's completely organic," she said simply, not trying to convince him. There was no time to think about it.
She stole a glance down into the cup to see how much he had sipped. "It'll probably taste better as you get used to it," she quickly suggested. "but you're free to add some sugar to it." She half-gestured to where Nigel had brewed his previous tea, certain that there would be somethiing of a sugery nature over there. If sugar made him drink it, she figured it wouldn't make much difference.
She paused a few moments, watching him as his expression changed. "Nigel?"
She slid back to the edge of her seat, leaning over the table a little. "Sweetpea?" She cracked a little smile, trying to prompt a response from him.
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