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

[whitelotustea.livejournal.com]

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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[sumofallfayth]

Yuna grinned up at Iroh when he appeared, happy they hadn't had to wait very long for him, either. He seemed like a really nice guy, someone who reminded her of her father's kindness, and a hollow ache dug its way into her chest for a moment.

"I don't know the flavors here," she admitted, glancing back at Lenne in embarrassment. "If you have something tropical...?" Maybe it would be like Besaid's tea.

[whitelotustea.livejournal.com]

Iroh mentally searched for a tea to please both of the young ladies' needs, thinking over his entire stock and pondering the various ingredients. He tapped a pencil over his bearded chin as he looked to the ceiling. Suddenly, as though the support beams brought him inspiration, he noted a particular blend called Bao Sing Se Vacation.

"I have just the thing. Would you care for anything to sweeten your beverages? Honey, sugar, cane?"

[lyricalsummons.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, I'll take it without sweetener, please," Lenne answered. She always preferred to completely taste the tea... or that's what she'd learned to tell herself when a former manager had 'encouraged' her to cut down on the sweets if she intended to continue dancing for a live audience. Funny how some things stick with you through the years.

"I can't wait to try what you've picked," she added with a smile, looking forward to a surprise.

Toph comin' to crash the party~

[blindearthgirl.livejournal.com]

Toph walked over to the pair of young women being served by Iroh. She unceremoniously grabbed a chair from another table and joined them, sipping her own tea she had gotten earlier.

"I don't think it's possible for this guy to make tea taste bad." She grinned and punched Iroh in the arm, a sign of respect for the earthbender.

[sumofallfayth]

"Honey, please," Yuna answered, smiling at Iroh. "It's been so long since I had anything. This is really nice. Your shop, I mean."

She probably would have added more, but the sudden appearance of someone else stopped her. "Um...?" Who was this and why was she punching the man's arm? "That's good."

[lyricalsummons.livejournal.com]

Lenne couldn't help but smirk a moment at the young girl that had suddenly crashed their tea party. So much for having a private girl talk. For the moment, anyway. Obviously she was familiar with their host, so Lenne somehow managed to be even more gracefully receptive than usual, though she almost always gave anyone the benefit of the doubt when it came to first impressions.

"I have no doubt that it will be divine," she agreed. From everything she'd gathered just by observing the environment, this man knew his tea.

"I take it you're a regular, here?" she asked Toph lightly, with just the slightest hint of an apologetic smile given to Yuna.

[whitelotustea.livejournal.com]

Iroh rubbed his arm in a half-sincere manner from the blow Toph had delivered. "Yikes! Take it easy on the old man. I am not quite in shape as much a shape," he joked. "Ladies, this is my friend Toph Bei Fong. I hope you won't be bothered if she were to join you as I fetch your drinks."

He gave a knowing look to Toph as though his brows and eyes were telling her explicitly: Please don't throw rocks at them, even if they somehow deserve it.