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[contentedly]

[The first nice day after a slew of rain, and Gracia is finally able to get out and run some errands. After making a big breakfast for the family, she leaves Elicia with her papa, since there is no school on Fridays, and heads into town.

Once there, Gracia has decided it's time to update her wardrobe for spring. She'll be looking through the official Clothing Shop first, but then check the All Passions out as well. Although she does find the official Clothing Shop a bit... dusty... so she may get distracted from her shopping long enough to give it a quick clean with a feather duster. She doesn't work there, but if you mistake her as an employee, then she'll still try to help!

After her shopping, Gracia decides to stop in at the Tea Shop. It's a good day for a cup of tea. And, away from her home with the bustle of all these people from other worlds around her, with the pressure of the last underground Malnosso announcement, Gracia has a question for the general populace. Speaking into these journals is still something strange for her, so after attempting a laughable filter and then disregarding it, she simply writes.]

Out of all the worlds you've heard of here, if you could pick a new one to start over in, which world would it be?

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[tellmejohn]

[Sniff... sniff. Glance around. And he gives a short wave to her because there aren't a ton of people in here now]

[contentedly]

[Gracia, not having left her head at home, does not wave back. But she does smile a very little and nod and then drop her gaze back to her journal. Very busy over here, you see. No chance to talk.]

[tellmejohn]

[What you got a problem with 6' bondage suit creepers??

...Either way that just makes him smile to himself. Well then. He'll waltz on over to sit in a table none too far from her. It's not invasively close but more than close enough that his Sebacean Hearing can hear literally everything she's doing as if he were sitting next to her.

...My, is he really this bored here? He must be]

[contentedly]

[Well, I hope he likes the sound of writing and of someone lightly sipping tea, because that's all that's going on here.]

[tellmejohn]

[for a brief, brief moment he considers trying to listen in to the pen writing sounds to see if he can determine what is being written.

...Wow, he is really that bored. He needs to go get some technology to play with. But in the meantime, he's looking at the menu... he knows tea but none of the stuff here. As usual. As such, he's going to clear his throat before turning to the person nearest to him. That is to say Gracia-]

Excuse me.

[contentedly]

Yes?

[tellmejohn]

I am not familiar with... frankly speaking, much of anything on this menu list. [Of various types of tea, that is. And other assorted items] Could you help me?

all the lates, all the apologies

[contentedly]

[FRANKLY, SIR, I WOULD RATHER NOT.]

I suppose so. [She doesn't move any closer.]

Are you looking for something to eat or to drink?

/parties

[tellmejohn]

Drink. [A pause] ...And perhaps a light snack.