When she first smelled the Mycologist's coffee, the Maven was hit with a heavy wave of nostalgia. Despite herself, she found she herself eavesdropping on the conversation between the Professor and the Mycologist. Part of her had wanted to participate in the conversation, but didn't trust her voice not to break at first at the smell.
Like chai huh? That would explain it, even if it was via mushroom substitutes.
After they had finished talking, Maven found it in her to approach. She felt shy about doing so; she realized she hadn't spoken to the Mycologist until now and so doing so to ask about the mix made her self-conscious and like she was being selfish. It helped when she realized she also needed to talk to him about talking to all the students after class, but only a little.
"Um, excuse me," Maven spoke up to get the Mycologist's attention, "Would I be able to purchase one of those packs as well?"
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Like chai huh? That would explain it, even if it was via mushroom substitutes.
After they had finished talking, Maven found it in her to approach. She felt shy about doing so; she realized she hadn't spoken to the Mycologist until now and so doing so to ask about the mix made her self-conscious and like she was being selfish. It helped when she realized she also needed to talk to him about talking to all the students after class, but only a little.
"Um, excuse me," Maven spoke up to get the Mycologist's attention, "Would I be able to purchase one of those packs as well?"