logically speaking, yes, there must be. all of this is so fascinating.
-the dramatic gasps roused an amused chuckle from him, clearing his throat, he continued adding two sugar cubes to your serving and a wooden stir was plunged in, swirling the rich caramel liquid until the sugar dissolved.
give it a taste and let me know if it needs to be sweeter, taeyeob.
-he slided the teacup at an easy reach from you. he canted sideways, as he hummed thoughtfully.
maybe once or twice before. I always have tea at least once a day, so maybe thats why?
i mean.. there has to be parents for elves to procreate and have baby elves. but elves grow up very fast and they mature at a different rate.
he glances up at him. only to simply smile before he sits up with a gasp.
i know not to accept food from stangers, please.
he rolls his eyes before he snickers.
i mean, do you often provide tea to other people? this seems almost-- composed? too practiced? but yes- sugar please. lots of it.
they don't?
-he asked, his arched browed furrowed by the unfortunate discovery.
I apologize for my ignorance. then let me be the one to tell you, do not accept food from strangers.
-he glanced up, momentarily, to catch a glimpse of your back, then back down to pour the second cup.
do what often? enjoy a cup of tea?
of course, I do. sugar?
-he asked, clinking two ends of the small metal tongs in between his thumb and forefinger.
elves do not have parents. at least- mine don't.
he grins cheekily before he watches the elder in a mix of awe as he rests his head upon his palms, somewhat enraptured by the ritual the elder had set in place as if he were put into a trance. The cream-like caramel of the milk tea being poured into the cups had his eyes wide.
... do you do this often?
anyone whose parents have warned them against eating goodies from a stranger, darling.
- he pointed out in a as-a-matter-of-fact tone, setting down the tray on the rounded glass table top, with caution. he upturned the white cups with cobalt blue floral design the correct way, before holding the teapot by the hand, keeping the lid in place while the pot was tipped over to pour the beverage.
of course. who would turn down free food?
the elf huffs, a puff on his cheeks as he seats himself down upon one of the many lobby seats whilst he eyed the porcelain platter and the array he had presented.
someone seems happy.
-he remarked, carry a large tray consisting of porcelain teapots and cups, the saucers was intentionally forgotten for convenience, a dainty container for sugar cubes and of course, a small tin of sicillian pistachio biscuits.