#──꒰ OOC // we should totally make random lore about tea that would funny and amazing ꒱

[barrackbvnny]

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With a soft curve of her lips into a smile, she nods towards the soldier she'd previously been talking to. She's glad she can help in more than just one way. She may not be the best at carrying things and helping load them, but she can certainly help in other ways. Often helping in the morale of the soldiers she's come to meet.

She is aware she has been invited by the general for a conversation, but it makes the poor woman a bit nervous. Unintentionally, of course. She's used to being around mostly men but sometimes being around women can be, intimidating. But, from word of mouth of the 212th, General Kenobi does not seem like the type of man to reprimand her for something so little. At least, she's hoping.

Taking in a deep breath, she grips her datapad and walks to where she is to be. It isn't like there are certain things she's required to do while out on a campaign. For the most part. Unless she's actively pulled aside, but she supposes she has an excuse at the moment.

No one interrupts her walk, however, and she easily makes it to the room she'd been invited to. Pressing the button to open the sliding door, she puts on her usual soft smile towards the ginger as he greets her. ❛ Of course, thank you for the invitation, sir. ❜ Brioola replies as she takes a seat. Her eyes land on the tea as he hopes it's to her liking. She's, hesitant to take the tea, but when she picks it up and pulls it to her nose, it smells delicious.

From her previous experiences, she's fairly certain that the drink has nothing suspicious in it and drops a little sugar cup in it. ❛ It certainly smells delicious, ❜ The mirialan says with a soft laugh as she mixes the sugar in.

❛ What kind of tea is it ? ❜ She inquires curiously.

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The day had been strenuous. Preparing for a campaign was sometimes as stressful as the actual action, especially when he planned everything down to the finest detail and matters then tended to go awry and ruin his plans. As Obi-Wan vowed to work on his lack of flexibility, he checked the chrono. It was almost time. He liked to reserve the quiet evenings for meetings.

Today he had extended an invitation to Brioola to come visit him in his quarters aboard the Negotiator, very curious about her and wanting to make sure she felt welcome on board.

When she arrived, he offered her a smile and gestured towards an empty chair by the desk. Obi-Wan already set them two teacups. "Good evening, my dear. Thank you for accepting my invitation. Please, have a seat. I hope tea is to your liking?" He made sure it was cozy and familial. This was supposed to be a conversation and not an interrogation.