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No, actually, Alice didn't know. What exactly was he trying to say? And why did he keep looking at her like that? "Yeah, because we're good fr.. you're giving me eyes." She gave him a look of her own before breaking off another piece of the naan. "I can't read faces. If you're trying to communicate something, you might as well come out and say it." Boys. They needed to come with instruction manuals.
Bad news. She nodded absentmindedly and sipped her tea, noting that it was much better than the stuff that Elwood had provided them with in the lesson. "Your father has good taste in tea," Alice commented blankly, continuing her downing of the drink until approximately the same amount that had remained in her cup during the lesson was left. "You think this looks like 11 percent of the cup is full, right, not nine?" She held it out for him to inspect before swirling it thrice and waiting for the tea leaves to disperse around the interior of the cup.
"Do we look for symbols now?" The stuff was dumped into the floral saucer, and then Alice reached for the flatbread again. That stuff was good. He could cook for her again sometime, definitely.
"We
are good friends. I'm agreeing with you," Mo made faces at Alice over the rim of his teacup. Now then... oh. Oh, questions. SIGH. He set the cup back in the saucer and considered the best answer. "I'm not trying to communicate anything. I don't have some expectation at telepathy on your part. But you know very well that I care, and acting as if I shouldn't sort of... makes me feel like you didn't understand that I was sincere when I asked you to be my girlfriend. And I was sincerely disappointed that it didn't work out." And he wasn't over it, and he felt that should be rather
obvious, since he hadn't wanted to break up. Right?
He took another sip of tea, finding that he was about at the bottom. "Eleven percent on the nose, actually." Or ten or twelve. How was he supposed to... "Does it matter, do you think?" His own cup got a studied look, but he still dumped it out in the saucer, leaving it upside down.
Definitely time for symbols. Mo picked up his cup, letting the tea drip from the rim before flipping it over. A circle. A ring? A... a broken ring, perhaps. And further down was some sort of four-legged creature. He turned the cup around and around before offering it to Alice. "What is that? A lizard? A... mouse? Maybe a squirrel with no tail?" He was leaning towards lizard.