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[color=ec008c]"Ah, the sourjourner girl,"[/color] said Jazdia, ending their banter by taking out the last porcelain cup from her teaset box and placing it on top of a crate they had repurposed as a makeshift table. 

[color=ec008c]"Morning," [/color]the elven woman greeted back with a smile before inching toward the crate to pour the tea and place it at the other side of the table. The tea was darker-colored, with an additional scent of bergamot. [color=ec008c]"Help yourself. The leaves are not from the Far East, but I think Nusantaran is quite on par." [/color]

"And some sandwich," added Mr. Elc, "Before they all run out. I've told Miss Jazdia that she made too few of them."

The elven woman glared at him before returning to Miwa, pausing as the metal spear-umbrella --which she had been using nonchalantly as a walking stick-- caught her attention. (The protrusion on the rim was just an inch away from poking Miwa's head, and the sight of it, combined with the girl trudging around with heels as long and as pointy as a pair of ice picks made her grimace inwardly)

[color=ec008c]"Say, why don't you put aside your umbrella for a bit?" [/color]