Slap dash meant it had been a poorly executed cup, bitter and drunk quickly, before running out the door. Waver’s sister had come to the conclusion that outside his video games, reading and research, her foster brother did very little for the sake of true enjoyment. Eating and drinking were simply necessities to keep going, aside from one particular tea room on Druid Street that he frequented… His king would be disappointed, perhaps, to find Waver still didn’t enjoy life to the fullest and savour what the world had to offer.

“I see. That’s not a bad idea. With how it’s a little further from the city, it would be convenient to keep some things here.” He commented lightly, taking a small bite of scone. “Especially in the event that one is kept here longer than anticipated.” The young Lord was going to need to take that into consideration… He didn’t have his apprentice around to remind him of things, or to nip out to get something from a corner store for him.