Tea was a constant. Tea was soothing, it was comforting. Right now, feeling displaced, it was probably a good ‘boba’ occasion - who didn’t love tea with balls in it (no comments from the peanut gallery)? Boba, exotic samplings - because grass jelly? Crystal pearls? Corn milk tea? She'd go for it all.
Everything was brewed fresh, tea brewed on the spot, and it seemed you could customize the level of sugar to your liking - which was good, since she didn’t want to drink a whole canister’s worth of granules. She was about to order the lychee green milk tea (with honey balls, thanks) - and in one of the corners, there were books and board games, conveniently, so that seemed like a nice place to set up - when all of a sudden...
"Nice - " Hope observed the greeter in his outfit. "...red." Yeah, interesting getup there. "I may have been considering that, yes. Hope van Dyne," she introduced herself, though likely it was redundant.