A pair of chairs moved from the walls to the desk, stopping behind us.
More invisible people? I wondered and sat down.
Well, to call them chairs would be a disservice. They were the fluffy leathery type. Like a sofa, but not quite.
Bonte sat down and relaxed.
The old Tigea poured tea in the cups and moved two towards us. "Blue Point," he disclosed with a smirk. "From my own garden."
"Garden? You?" Bonte chuckled in disbelief.
Étienne raised an eyebrow. "I don't remember you being this insolent," he joked. "And well..." he took a deep breath and sighed. "I needed a hobby."
I took my cup and drank a little. "Hmm..." I hummed.
The taste was fruity, full, and earthly. Odd, but nice. I am not a tea person, unfortunately, so the specifics escaped me.
Bonte drank from his cup and nodded. "Delicious," he praised. "On par with the Royal Palace's tea."
