[That's... a win, Rey thinks. Maybe. He seems resigned to accepting her as "ridiculous", at least. Which is good, since she's certain that randomly giving him a bunch of stupid gifts counts as "ridiculous."
Ugh.
Rey takes her cup again, holding it between both hands to let the warmth seep into her palms—even after all this time, hardly anything in Verens feels quite warm enough—and follows Kylo to the table, taking the seat next to his. For a moment she keeps her eyes down at her cup, lightly jostling the infuser inside to watch tea bleed into the water... until she realizes if she doesn't say something soon he might remember those gifts. So she says the first thing that pops into her head.]
Have you ever made tea with your flowers? [... In response to that thing he said a few minutes ago. Great job, Rey, stellar conversing skills.]
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Ugh.
Rey takes her cup again, holding it between both hands to let the warmth seep into her palms—even after all this time, hardly anything in Verens feels quite warm enough—and follows Kylo to the table, taking the seat next to his. For a moment she keeps her eyes down at her cup, lightly jostling the infuser inside to watch tea bleed into the water... until she realizes if she doesn't say something soon he might remember those gifts. So she says the first thing that pops into her head.]
Have you ever made tea with your flowers? [... In response to that thing he said a few minutes ago. Great job, Rey, stellar conversing skills.]