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Angie · 02-19-2017, 04:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Stefan

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.

He’d unconsciously been moving closer to the canister, which only came to his attention when two of them flew out, clearly summoned by the professor. Levi took a step back to look at the man, then headed to occupy one of the armchairs. “I didn’t know tea could be so complex. Sounds sort of like a science.” Or potion making, which he supposed qualified as science, too. The chair was comfortable and he felt compelled to wiggle in a little deeper, but refrained. That would be maybe considered a strange thing to do in front of people. Or an adult person. Same difference.

“Well,” Levi did not want to sound like he was hesitating or like he was nervous, but sometimes such things could not be helped. He cleared his throat. “OWLs coming up and all that, my understanding is that I need to worry about the future.” The future being only two years away and some change, apparently. “I like reading, healer Reed.” He smiled, a little nervously. “No, I love reading. I love reading about people and what makes them--people, I s’ppose.” Levi didn’t think he’d ever quite tried to articulate that, and it sounded strange, to his own ears. Maybe even a little embarrassing, too. “From the inside out.” Cells making way for tissues connecting until organs were formed; emotions and their ability to affect decisions and even neuron patterns. “I guess my question is, what exactly does it take to get accepted into the healing program?”

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Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Stefan 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. He’d unconsciously been moving closer to the canister, which only came to his attention when two of them flew out, clearly summoned by the professor. Levi took a step back to look at the man, then headed to occupy one of the armchairs. “I didn’t know tea could be so complex. Sounds sort of like a science.” Or potion making, which he supposed qualified as science, too. The chair was comfortable and he felt compelled to wiggle in a little deeper, but refrained. That would be maybe considered a strange thing to do in front of people. Or an adult person. Same difference. “Well,” Levi did not want to sound like he was hesitating or like he was nervous, but sometimes such things could not be helped. He cleared his throat. “OWLs coming up and all that, my understanding is that I need to worry about the future.” The future being only two years away and some change, apparently. “I like reading, healer Reed.” He smiled, a little nervously. “No, I love reading. I love reading about people and what makes them--people, I s’ppose.” Levi didn’t think he’d ever quite tried to articulate that, and it sounded strange, to his own ears. Maybe even a little embarrassing, too. “From the inside out.” Cells making way for tissues connecting until organs were formed; emotions and their ability to affect decisions and even neuron patterns. “I guess my question is, what exactly does it take to get accepted into the healing program?” __________________