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Stefan · 02-19-2017, 09:18 AM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

He had some (several) questions about the nature of the microscope, but he filed them for later. That the healer had chosen to use an actual fireplace for boiling purposes instead of magic struck him as interesting. His muggle paternal grandparents had once told him they felt that from their limited experience with the magical community, wizards seemed to rely a whole lot on magic instead of their own hands. Levi was pretty sure this came from a place of fear and prejudice--both of which were much of the same, really--but he was also inclined to agree. "That sounds really fancy, sir" He said, unable to help himself. Levi moved to look at the canister. "I've only ever had chamomile, chai and cinnamon tea, that I remember." He turned back to the healer, expression thoughtful as though discussing tea was a matter of great importance. "Well, chai smelled good. Like drinking vanilla cake, if that makes sense, but without any of the sugar that can make your teeth fall off."

Levi had never had a tea that was the blend of two, however. And tea, he knew, originally came from Asia, before the West had chosen to appropriate it all those centuries ago. He'd learned this from a history book he'd read about imperialism, over the summer. Or was it colonialism? The difference was a little blurry for him, sometimes. Muggle history was a lot, quite the same as Wizard history was a lot. But his point was that surely the blend of Japanese and Chinese tea was a good one. Hopefully. "Your tea sounds interesting, though. I'll take it." Mostly because he was willing to try pretty much everything at least once. Levi liked to experience things firsthand before passing judgement.

River would like to believe that the young man was not a fan of sugar, but his choices of tea required sweeteners. Well, not as sweet and rich as cake that is. "It is fancy, considering that tea is a form of art. Much like our French brethren with their food." Those folks would start fancy dinners at six in the evening, and end their meals at approximately two hours before midnight. It isn't really for people who are constantly hungry. It would prove frustrating for them in so many ways. "Ah, Indian teas are one of the strongest teas out there." he said pointing to a canister on his wall. "I'm a fan of the Assam variant. The Darjeeling ones are too strong for my taste though." he said tucking his hands behind him once more and wondered if he could fuse something interesting with his Assam leaves next time.

"If that's the case, then let me properly introduce you to one of my favourite infusions." River got his wand out and summoned two canisters from his wall, and gracefully placed it on the coffee table near them. "Japanese green teas and Chinese white teas are both delicate, so it has to be steeped in water that isn't too hot. If the temperature is too high, and steeped longer than three minutes then it would taste bitter. We don't want that now, do we?" the Healer didn't mind giving the boy information, considering that not a lot are into tea-making. To him, tea is sacred-- all thanks to a former patron of his while doing freelance work. He even earned the title 'Uncle Iroh' by his youngest nephew because of it.

River gestured the boy to take a seat in one of the armchairs, as he busied himself preparing their tea. "So, Master Kenning, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" the Healer glanced at the boy, a grin plastered on his face.

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Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,495 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed He had some (several) questions about the nature of the microscope, but he filed them for later. That the healer had chosen to use an actual fireplace for boiling purposes instead of magic struck him as interesting. His muggle paternal grandparents had once told him they felt that from their limited experience with the magical community, wizards seemed to rely a whole lot on magic instead of their own hands. Levi was pretty sure this came from a place of fear and prejudice--both of which were much of the same, really--but he was also inclined to agree. "That sounds really fancy, sir" He said, unable to help himself. Levi moved to look at the canister. "I've only ever had chamomile, chai and cinnamon tea, that I remember." He turned back to the healer, expression thoughtful as though discussing tea was a matter of great importance. "Well, chai smelled good. Like drinking vanilla cake, if that makes sense, but without any of the sugar that can make your teeth fall off." Levi had never had a tea that was the blend of two, however. And tea, he knew, originally came from Asia, before the West had chosen to appropriate it all those centuries ago. He'd learned this from a history book he'd read about imperialism, over the summer. Or was it colonialism? The difference was a little blurry for him, sometimes. Muggle history was a lot, quite the same as Wizard history was a lot. But his point was that surely the blend of Japanese and Chinese tea was a good one. Hopefully. "Your tea sounds interesting, though. I'll take it." Mostly because he was willing to try pretty much everything at least once. Levi liked to experience things firsthand before passing judgement. River would like to believe that the young man was not a fan of sugar, but his choices of tea required sweeteners. Well, not as sweet and rich as cake that is. "It is fancy, considering that tea is a form of art. Much like our French brethren with their food." Those folks would start fancy dinners at six in the evening, and end their meals at approximately two hours before midnight. It isn't really for people who are constantly hungry. It would prove frustrating for them in so many ways. "Ah, Indian teas are one of the strongest teas out there." he said pointing to a canister on his wall. "I'm a fan of the Assam variant. The Darjeeling ones are too strong for my taste though." he said tucking his hands behind him once more and wondered if he could fuse something interesting with his Assam leaves next time. "If that's the case, then let me properly introduce you to one of my favourite infusions." River got his wand out and summoned two canisters from his wall, and gracefully placed it on the coffee table near them. "Japanese green teas and Chinese white teas are both delicate, so it has to be steeped in water that isn't too hot. If the temperature is too high, and steeped longer than three minutes then it would taste bitter. We don't want that now, do we?" the Healer didn't mind giving the boy information, considering that not a lot are into tea-making. To him, tea is sacred-- all thanks to a former patron of his while doing freelance work. He even earned the title 'Uncle Iroh' by his youngest nephew because of it. River gestured the boy to take a seat in one of the armchairs, as he busied himself preparing their tea. "So, Master Kenning, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" the Healer glanced at the boy, a grin plastered on his face. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.