[He chuckled despite himself. This was just like her, wasn't it? Green tea, matcha, black. But a thought occurred to him as he lowered his hand, and there was something calming about the crunch of snow underfoot. Fresh powder had begun to fall.]

Yeah. Feels like home, tea, y'know? People didn't spend thousands of years growing and perfecting the stuff for nothing.

[But he stopped before the cafe, and turned his back on it.]

This is the place. Uh, but go on in and warm up. I'll join ya in a sec.