"That's very kind of you." Part of her wants to say 'sweet,' but it wouldn't feel right if she did. Carefully, she opens the bottle of oil and wafts the fragrance toward herself. It's light and subtle - and it reminds her vaguely of home. "This will be perfect for oiling my leathers. Thank you."
She sets aside the oil and then picks up the tea, opening up the container and taking in the light floral scent. It's a combination of rose and lavender, which, although an odd combination, is Amelia's favorite. A slight blush comes to her cheeks when she looks up at him again. "I can't believe you remembered the tea I like. I only remember ordering it once when we went to the Harp together." Because she doesn't think it's memorable when others watch her make her own tea when she visits them, apparently.
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Date: 2015-12-31 09:47 pm (UTC)She sets aside the oil and then picks up the tea, opening up the container and taking in the light floral scent. It's a combination of rose and lavender, which, although an odd combination, is Amelia's favorite. A slight blush comes to her cheeks when she looks up at him again. "I can't believe you remembered the tea I like. I only remember ordering it once when we went to the Harp together." Because she doesn't think it's memorable when others watch her make her own tea when she visits them, apparently.