[Albert had been in the kitchen when the draft announcement came through. His responses to the various people over the journal had come between checking on near-boiling water and the sorting of different tea leaves.
All quite the norm in Celsius' Tear.
He looks over at the kitchen entrance as Frey enters. By now, his journal is carefully shut while he fills another teapot.]
Where? Not specifically. I had heard of the place before, though.
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All quite the norm in Celsius' Tear.
He looks over at the kitchen entrance as Frey enters. By now, his journal is carefully shut while he fills another teapot.]
Where? Not specifically. I had heard of the place before, though.