The metaphorical glow in the Professor's eyes could be clearly seen even through the shades.
"Like chai you say? My my! Properly spiced is one of the few ways I can enjoy coffee... Oh, give me a moment..."
The Professor looked for something among their belongings, finally producing a tin cup, probably for use in expeditions.
"I'll be forever grateful for a sip." Offering the cup, hopeful. "Oh, and absolutely. One could have a word or two with Mr. Spices about this. Proper gastronomies (read "Not British") need a proper supply of spice. But the heroic work of innovators is always a relief."
A sincere smile, and perhaps a rather unashamed peek at the writing now that the most important matter had been settled. Dravidic, perhaps? That's as far as they reach before deeming it untranslatable for them. It tells a story, nonetheless.
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"Like chai you say? My my! Properly spiced is one of the few ways I can enjoy coffee... Oh, give me a moment..."
The Professor looked for something among their belongings, finally producing a tin cup, probably for use in expeditions.
"I'll be forever grateful for a sip." Offering the cup, hopeful. "Oh, and absolutely. One could have a word or two with Mr. Spices about this. Proper gastronomies (read "Not British") need a proper supply of spice. But the heroic work of innovators is always a relief."
A sincere smile, and perhaps a rather unashamed peek at the writing now that the most important matter had been settled. Dravidic, perhaps? That's as far as they reach before deeming it untranslatable for them. It tells a story, nonetheless.