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He looked up, hopeful. "Yeah, I'd love some...wait, you've never made tea before?" He blinked, a bit confused, and then toseed his head a bit. "I'd be happy to be the first to try it."

"I'm sure it'll be fine, then..." He smiled, sitting to wait, scratching the sleeping cat's head between the ears.

At kageko's arrival, he took his cup gingerly, and grinned. Turning his cup twice, he sipped at the steaming brew for a moment, and smiled as the cup lef this lips. "Well done...it's blended well, and not searing hot. You're pretty considerate about temperature...Thank you, Kageko."

(It's no problem at all! 3nodding )

"No, it's special enough...you don't cook often, after all..." He spooned in some honey himself, satiating his sweet tooth.

At her comment, he looked about a bit. "Hard to say...I'd guess that they're doing whatever it was they did before the B.O.O. and S.I.N. fight. Getting on with their lives and all..." He sipped at the tea thoughtfully. "You miss 'em?"

"Yeah...I miss them too." he said with a crooked smile. Headache fading somewhat, he downed the rest of his tea quietly, not a missed drop or a slurp.

He stood, patting Moonbeam, tempted to do the same to Yin and Yang, but changing his mind at the last moment. "Think I'll give it another go...you have sweet dreams, Kageko, and thanks for the tea." He smiled warmly at her before heading back to bed, mind racing a bit less than before.

(And we both get to bed at a decent hour. smile )

((OOC: Sorry for my departure...I could have SWORN I posted before I left! Gaia ate it.))

Azana found herself with a mysterious card from a stranger she only knew by appearance, and an offer of help from Kageko involving what sounded like the transdimensional equivalent of an athame...except it was a kunai, had something to do with the Void Element, and for some reason required Kageko's pet...whatever it was to work. With all the new developments, she found herself lost in thought until...

"Azana...? Perhaps we should get to sleep as well. Since we cannot enter without Kageko's assistance, currently, there is no need to remain awake." Sosol had a hand on her shoulder and a worried look on his face. It was rare that he wasn't smiling, though the man's frown was just as calm.

"Huh? Oh, sorry...just...a lot on my mind," Azana replied, pulling out Fenyx's card for comparison. "This guy gave me this card...and I'm not even sure what it does. Magic like this isn't exactly my forte."

"We could likely ask him later," Sosol suggested, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and guiding her to her feet. "If he created them, they should carry his signature. We could trace it back for a telepathic bond. But that can be done tomorrow; you need your sleep."

"You're one to talk, making pancakes and cleaning the Inn. I won't sleep until you do!"
"And how would you enforce that...? We are, after all, in separate rooms." Sosol pointed out an obvious flaw in her logic and grinned; sure, she didn't like being proven wrong, but it was healthy now and then.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to stay with you," Azana replied with a determined smirk. "I'm making sure of this."
Sosol was glad he was behind Azana, because at that his face flushed, MacPere's suggestions of romance still spinning in his mind. "Uh...actually, I am feeling rather drowsy; I'm sure you'll have no trouble from me."
"You okay...? You backed down pretty--" Azana said, turning to find her flushed friend. "Oh, lovely...you're not getting a fever now of all times, are you...?"
"Oh! Oh, no, of course not! Just...a little warm in here. I'll have to open a door in my room," Sosol replied, only feeling more embarrassed as he escorted her to her room.
"I hope so," Azana replied with a sigh, letting it all go out of exhaustion and a bit of obliviousness, "Good night, Sosol."
"Good night, Azana," he replied, waving before walking to his room. He shook his head, fighting the embarrassment away...but still, those thoughts lingered.

How do people deal with this so easily...?

Wandering downstairs looking much better after the previous night, Gren looked about to the empty Inn, save for the obviously stagnant Angeles. He'd missed his time with her, and did want to get to know her husband better, but that didn't seem to be an option.

Retrieving his saxophone case from the upstairs, it seemed like a good day to practice. At least he'd have a forgiving audience for the flat notes.

Eyes closed, he felt someone enter the room, but wanted to finish the song before he addressed them. He'd been slipping in his practice, and needed to stay focused.

Blowing a few final notes to linger, he looked out and saw Azana. "Hey there...any requests, pretty lady?"