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[shipper]

Her hands wrap around the cup and hold still for a moment, just absorbing the warmth and scent of tea. It's been so long since she's done something as normal as this. For years it's been nothing but riots and dingy streets and the rustle of trees that still couldn't compare to the ancients forests of her memory.

"I figured it was something like that; we were nefur that great at sticking togefur."

She sighs and blows away the steam rising from the cup idly. "It's why I'm still around here - efuryone's got to come back eventually."

[nitidus]

"Maybe."

Rose takes a sip of her own tea. She isn't so sure. She isn't sure she will trust anyone except Roxy -- or that Davesprite will ever stop running away. She's long since given up on the hope of ever seeing John or Dave again. Meritless dreams, that sometimes when she and Roxy are drunk, they talk about. What if's. Fortune hasn't shown her a happy future in a long time.

But here is Nepeta Leijon, drinking tea with her.

"It was ... more prudent to separate."

[shipper]

"I guess so. I didn't really have an opinion on it until efuryone was already gone."

Her fingers dart out to drop one, two, five cubes of sugar into the cup. Even now she can't help her sweet tooth, can't beat down the sunny optimism in her despite how gray reality's become. Things can always get better - they had to. And if they didn't, well, she'd make them herself.

"It's ok, though. There's purrlenty fur me to do while I'm waiting."

[nitidus]

That is an impressive amount of sugar. She doesn't comment on it.

"We're easier to spot in numbers, don't you think?"

Rose keeps her voice down very low. There's really no telling as to who could be listening. She takes a gulp of her tea and shrugs. "It does get lonely, however."

[shipper]

"Numbers don't change that fur some of us," she points out with no small trace of irony as she skillfully maneuvers her veil to shift just the slightest so that she can enjoy her tea without flashing those fangs of hers. There's always going to be some feeling of alienness to Nepeta no matter who she's seen with or how she dresses; it's a fact of life that she's long ago stopped worrying about.

"I wouldn't mind taking a little more of a chance with that efury now and then. You can only tell yourself so many stories, you know?"

[nitidus]

"I know."

She gives Nepeta a kind look. Maybe it has been easier for Rose to live in hiding than it has been for most people. Humans are social creatures, but perhaps trolls even more so. Especially for people like Nepeta who thrive on the attention of their friends.

Her tea tastes bitter as she swallows it.

[shipper]

Nepeta's gaze flicks away from Rose's to stare unseeingly at her tea as she's silent for a moment. This entire time her mind has been filled with hope for reuniting with her friends and stopping this horrible government and things flashing by in the present; she's never thought about what might happen if her faith was rewarded and someone from the past actually did return to her. Where does she go from here? Back to the park, pretending as if she's never crossed paths with Rose, back to skulking in the shadows and staying out of sight? It's a painful option, made even more hurtful by the huge probability that it's her only one.

The teacup clinks quietly as she sets it down into its saucer and looks back up, mannerisms hesitant. It's a horrible risk, but she can't let this go. Not fully. "Are you coming back here tomorrow, do you think?"

[nitidus]

She's silent for a moment. She stirs her tea slightly and nods. "Probably. Sometimes I throw all caution to the wind and come here seven days in a row and drink every tea they have."

She is half joking.

She only ever drinks three types of tea.

[shipper]

Even if it's exaggeration (she's never really been able to tell with Rose) the thought still makes her laugh. What better way to fight the power than exhaust a cafe's store of hot leaf juice?

"That sounds like something you might need a purrtner to pull off effectively."

[nitidus]

"Would you like to join me?"

It's dangerous, having Nepeta so out in the open. Especially in such a confined space. Rose is throwing caution to the wind here.

[shipper]

Even beneath the veil and layers of clothing it's easy to feel the smile creeping across Nepeta's face. She's always taking just a little too large of a chance than she should - what's one more?

"Purrhaps. Maybe I'd be able to keep the milk where it ought to be this time."

[nitidus]

"Oh no, I'm afraid Earl Grey requires milk."

She can't drink it without. She refuses to. She is a sham to tea drinkers everywhere.

[shipper]

"If it's wiggler's furst cup of tea, maybe."

Yes, Rose, she just compared you to a diaper-soiling baby-headed maggot in terms of your skill with tea consumption. Deal with it.

[nitidus]

Rose Lalonde is visibly affronted. Her tea sensibilities have been insulted!

"Nepeta, Earl Grey tastes suspiciously like soap without milk."

[shipper]

"I guess you're still drinking those clawful blends of yours, then."

Not only her tea sensibilities, but now her capability of actually picking out anything worth the trouble of heating up water for.

[nitidus]

They are about to throw down over tea. Rose Lalonde's afternoon: an exciting tea adventure.

"My blends are very nice, thank you very much."

[shipper]

It's a refreshing break of silliness in between all the dark desperation lately. Besides, Nepeta knows she's right anyway.

"Fur scented dishwater maybe."

[nitidus]

"Nepeta, you have crossed a line. I'm afraid ... you have become tasteless."

She gives her a saddened look. She sips her tea. It tastes like correctness.

[shipper]

"I've got the same tastes as efur! I was just hoping that maybe getting old would help fix yours, but I guess you're too fur gone fur that to efur happen."

Nepeta shakes her head sadly. When you can't beat a woman living in the park in a classy tea-off then you know you're in a sad state. Poor Rose.

[nitidus]

She is so done. She is twenty-three and cat friend is insulting her taste in tea. She shakes her head.

"Nepeta, I am wounded."

[shipper]

Nepeta isn't insulting a single thing even as she laughs. Rose needs to have actual taste before she can insult it, after all.

"Sorry, but it's the truth!"

[nitidus]

Nepeta is the rudest cat Rose knows. Rose has known a lot of rude cats; her newest cat, Lord Fluffymane DuLac, once peed on her curtains. Rose wishes she could swat Nepeta with a newspaper too.

"We will have to agree to disagree."

[shipper]

There's quite a lot of people who've wandered through Central Park at night who share the same sentiment, so at least Rose isn't alone on that.

"Fur now, I guess. You'll have to give up eventually anyway."

[nitidus]

"I'm afraid I'm more persistent than I look."

She will never give up. She firmly believes she is always right (even when she's not).

[shipper]

"Oh, that's good! So am I."

Her eyes crinkle into an indication of an amused smile. Nepeta's used to digging her heels in on everything from important topics to stupid things, but really she's simply glad for the conversation. The outcome doesn't matter since she knows she's the right one anyway.