The Professor is pleasantly surprised at the generosity, cupping their hands around it to feel the warmth, waiting for it to be drinkable for their lips. The steam clouds their shades when brought close to their lips and they take a tentative sip, without sugar, to judge how much would be adequate.
Were not for the shades, the Mycologist could see the Professor's pupils becoming almost round, a forked tongue shily licking their lips. "Whoa... That's..." Noticing the sugar seemingly for the first time. "Brown sugar? My my..." Adding just a bit, enough to correct for that bit too much of bitterness that clouds the spice.
Another sip, holding onto the cup as if life depended on it, quickly followed by a longer one. "Hmm... You make me think of home. The most surprising hit on the tongue is the milkyness of that boletus, so good, yet different to the one the Khaganians use. Dare I say better?"
Another sip, to try and get more hints. "Tastes like cinnamon, clove, cardamom... Ginger? All dancing around. And... That isn't pepper, or not a variety I recall, but feels adequately piquant. It is amazing. You are transporting me to a Libyan cafe back home... When home was in the Surface."
A dreamy sincere smile towards the Mycologist. "Thank you so much. Would you please share the secrets of this mix with me?"
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Date: 2025-06-26 01:04 pm (UTC)Were not for the shades, the Mycologist could see the Professor's pupils becoming almost round, a forked tongue shily licking their lips. "Whoa... That's..." Noticing the sugar seemingly for the first time. "Brown sugar? My my..." Adding just a bit, enough to correct for that bit too much of bitterness that clouds the spice.
Another sip, holding onto the cup as if life depended on it, quickly followed by a longer one. "Hmm... You make me think of home. The most surprising hit on the tongue is the milkyness of that boletus, so good, yet different to the one the Khaganians use. Dare I say better?"
Another sip, to try and get more hints. "Tastes like cinnamon, clove, cardamom... Ginger? All dancing around. And... That isn't pepper, or not a variety I recall, but feels adequately piquant. It is amazing. You are transporting me to a Libyan cafe back home... When home was in the Surface."
A dreamy sincere smile towards the Mycologist. "Thank you so much. Would you please share the secrets of this mix with me?"