[ In the Sanctum, it's easy to conjure tea, which Stephen does without even a wave of his hands. The tea is in a cup made of a bamboo segment, and warm like it'd been newly poured and left a few seconds to bring it down from burning temperature.
The cup floats a few inches away from Mantis' fingers so she can reach it easily, like an offering. Stephen doesn't look up from his book, but feels a smile threaten to break onto his mouth. ]
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The cup floats a few inches away from Mantis' fingers so she can reach it easily, like an offering. Stephen doesn't look up from his book, but feels a smile threaten to break onto his mouth. ]
Let me know if it tastes okay.