[ ah. the lurking memory is vindicated. buffy lifts the contained and pops its lid, sniffing. promptly, she closes her hand around the tin and swallows hard and glances first -- just briefly -- at sheena's eyes. a little nod. there soon followed the soft pop of the lid slotting back into place. ]
Much obliged. All kinds of much. [ in one smooth move, she pockets the tea. deep breath.
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Much obliged. All kinds of much. [ in one smooth move, she pockets the tea. deep breath.
then: ] I hope you like orange juice.