AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE IROH'S TEA PARTY CUZ IROH'S TEA PARTY DON'T STOP! [Active][Open]

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Character(s): Iroh, OPEN OPEN OPEN
Content: Iroh hosts a tea party at his joint. Conversations ensue.
Setting: The Golden Turtle
Time: Mid-Afternoon, Week 31
Warnings: Will update as it goes.

A few more strokes of the broom against the floor shoved the last plumes of dirt away into the bare streets. Iroh twirled it from one hand to the other and placed it away in the corner of the room, flooded with sunlight and warmth. "All ready!" he announced with excitement, looking over the front door banner that read WELCOME TO THE GOLDEN TURTLE TEA PARTY!

[ooc: Party style threading. Comments are considered exclusive conversations, so reply to the actual comments instead of the entry if you want to be a part of that conversation. Iroh will be by your table shortly. ]

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Upon seeing the gristly man with goggles over the top of thorny blonde locks, Iroh immediately knew he had garnered a unique clientele in Paixao that made Bao Sing Se look absolutely grey in comparison. He proceeded to come closer and talk to the new customer with some caution. He knew that reputation for some of the citizens was the best they could have. He tried hard to bring his machismo to the front and center.

"Seat yourself wherever there is an open seat. What kind of tea do you want?" he asked in a business-like manner more becoming of a store owner.

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Well, Cid had to say he hadn't expected quite that sort of greeting. But he wasn't sure he could complain about it either. If he was going to be here he might as well pretend that it was just another sort of tea shop. Hell, that was what was, after all.

"What kinds have you got?"

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Iroh thought about how to respond to Cid, reckoning whether he should be a braggart and list all of the teas he has to him. If he did, would he do it in alphabetical order, and if he did, would be in the name of the tea itself or the type of tea? Better yet, he could list the different subtypes under big types. Would he sort THOSE by the color of the tea or the strength? Or-

Realizing he had left his guest standing while he pondered how to impress him, he scratched his head and shrugged.

"All of them?"

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Cid rather doubted that Iroh had all of them. A lot of them, sure. But hell, it wasn't like every world's tea varieties were gonna show up here. Or at least, he was pretty sure it wasn't going to. He'd never been all that sure about how people and things got to the city in the first place. For all he knew he could be wrong, but he wasn't about to admit to that.

Nor was he going to admit to not knowing what 'everything' entailed. And since he didn't want to end up embarrassed if Iroh didn't really have that left exactly one answer.

"Surprise me, then."

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He nodded as though he interpreted "surprise me" to be code for the next round of bets in a game of social cards. He knew that it would be difficult to read someone with a such a stern composure, but it was more than a game of analyzing countenance. Or at least he hoped that it wasn't a game. He could only wonder what a person like the ruffian was doing in Paixao. Perhaps he was a member of this Organization he had been hearing through the whispers of some.

"Right away," he said with a slightly forced smile.

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Cid hadn't meant it as a game, anyway. Sure, he was grumpy on most accounts, but there was a nice enough guy underneath it all. As for what he was doing, well, mostly he was working as a mechanic. Or trying to anyway. But it sort of worked, and it gave him something to do.

"Thanks."

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After a short period of hustle and bustle, Iroh calmly brought over a single cup of tea over to the table and placed it gently against the table. The cup itself was simple yet elegant, with a glossy alabaster look that gleamed in the room's ambient light. The tea inside was a deep red masked by a natural taupe, like a rose bud sunk into a bed of earthy sand.

"Enjoy," he said with a small smile.

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There's a moment of contemplative silence as it arrives. If there was one thing Cid was fairly serious about it was tea. Thus far, there didn't seem to be anything to complain, though. As a matter, of fact, it looked pretty good.

"I was planning to," he answered, with a smile.

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Iroh bowed to his customer as if to say "enjoy" again without having to repeat himself. He slowly stepped back to the kitchen and hid behind the mask of the cafe's crowded space and uproarious din. The visitors of Paixao were quite rambunctious when they had enough caffeine in their bloodstreams, and there were plenty around to provide him enough cover. He looked over to see the mystifying customer beginning to enjoy his beverage.

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Now that Cid had satisfied himself that no one he knew was also hanging around in the same place (not that he'd imagined they would, really), he'd relaxed a little. Not that there was a whole lot of difference, mind, but he was certainly more relaxed as he set about enjoying the tea. He might have to remember the place for next time he wanted to find something half-way decent.