Greta scoops the tea into the pot, biting back a grin at what a far cry this is from their last encounter. They've gone from a woodland slog to a domestic tea party, complete with charming table settings.
"Thank you," she says, blushing a little at the compliment. "It's nice to know I haven't lost my touch. The oven did take some getting used to, of course." She stops short of admitting that the one in her apartment, now that she understands it, has proven be a lot less temperamental than the one back home. Figuring out how to land on the right temperature was tricky, but once she did, she found that it maintains a steady heat beautifully, without her having to do a thing. She feels more than a bit spoiled by the convenience, as if it shouldn't be so easy.
"Anyway, it seemed the least I could do," she continues as she settles a tea cozy over the pot, so it won't lose heat while steeping. "You were so helpful when I first arrived." And she was... not as gracious as she could have been.
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"Thank you," she says, blushing a little at the compliment. "It's nice to know I haven't lost my touch. The oven did take some getting used to, of course." She stops short of admitting that the one in her apartment, now that she understands it, has proven be a lot less temperamental than the one back home. Figuring out how to land on the right temperature was tricky, but once she did, she found that it maintains a steady heat beautifully, without her having to do a thing. She feels more than a bit spoiled by the convenience, as if it shouldn't be so easy.
"Anyway, it seemed the least I could do," she continues as she settles a tea cozy over the pot, so it won't lose heat while steeping. "You were so helpful when I first arrived." And she was... not as gracious as she could have been.