Your nose would probably be better at that than mine. [ Faerghas wasn’t known for its extensive taste in spices, after all. Even most of what he knew was knowledge he’d picked up at school, or from Dedue, or the few trips he’d made into Sreng over the years. Basically, he knew just enough to be dangerous. But he was very good at wheedling information out of the people with the knowledge, so there was that.

Still, he looks pleased with the attention given to the tea, even if he still worried he hadn’t gotten it close enough. It tasted pretty good, in his opinion, but Sylvain was very aware that his own preferences and likes wouldn’t be reflected by someone else. He could have overlooked some aspect entirely. ]

She seemed to like it. Asked me about what I was trying to make, gave me a couple of pointers a few times when I was stuck. Pointed me at one of the merchants in the square that she knew had the best deals, so I owe her for that, at the very least.

[ It’s idle chitchat as he takes another bite, most of his plate empty now, but it had been as good as he’d hoped. Claude’s reaction to it had been even better. ]

The teahouses down here could use some work, yeah. Or at least some variety. I’ve heard Thorne’s got better ones. Nocwich’s are pretty okay, too. Maybe there’s just not a lot of use for the kind of tea we’re familiar with in the desert? Who knows.