Nooo shit. Though, would he? At this point, he wasn't so sure. Especially considering-
Well, at least the green packaged tea wasn't Marlboro flavored or something. Just some kind of mint. Thank goodness. That would have just been weird and he'd want to take it into the back yard and burn it.
Instead, he placed the tea packet in a mug, and picked the yellow one- chamomile. He wanted to be able to sleep off this lingering pit in his stomach.
It's a few more minutes before the water's hot enough, and when the kettle whistles, he turned off the the stove and poured the water into the mugs. Setting Prompto's aside.
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Well, at least the green packaged tea wasn't Marlboro flavored or something. Just some kind of mint. Thank goodness. That would have just been weird and he'd want to take it into the back yard and burn it.
Instead, he placed the tea packet in a mug, and picked the yellow one- chamomile. He wanted to be able to sleep off this lingering pit in his stomach.
It's a few more minutes before the water's hot enough, and when the kettle whistles, he turned off the the stove and poured the water into the mugs. Setting Prompto's aside.