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Soothing. Okay, so that means no green tea, and probably no oolong tea either — while they're both nice to curl your hands around on a cold day, they're also both caffeinated. Maybe not as much as coffee, but I doubt that Greta's picked up the habit of drinking coffee, so that means I should keep the caffeine levels low.\

"Make yourself comfortable," I tell her as soon as we step into the apartment. I slip out of my shoes and into a pair of slippers, and I grab another pair from my shoe cabinet that I think will fit Greta. Not that I would take offense if she wore her shoes into my house — but I just feel better when people wear slippers instead. Feels less dirty. Feels like I could go around barefoot and not get any dirt on my feet.

Setting Greta's bags down by the dining table, I search and rummage around in my cabinets, before I find a tea that I think will work perfectly. Chrysanthemum tea. I set the tea box on the counter, then start boiling some water in my electric kettle.

"You don't have to tell me everything if you don't want," I add, glancing up to look over in Greta's direction. I'm trying to figure out how much she wants me to talk, or if I should just listen. She looks like she could really stand to get some things off her chest. "But I'm pretty good with advice. And I'm even better at tracking people down if they need to be told off — if someone did something to you."