Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Aiden followed her, a bit more relaxed than he'd been when he walked into the shop, and took the teas she handed him. The smell of the first one was sharp, almost bitter; the second more bitter than sharp. The idea of it being good for sickness was a positive one, he figured; you got sicker if you didn't get sleep, so it sounded like two birds with one stone. He looked over the green teas and frowned slightly. That was a lot of tea ...
"I'll take some of these two," he said, motioning to the black teas she'd handed him, "and ... that." A random green tea. He could always come back for a different one, or more of something else. And if they made him blindingly sick, then he'd know not to have tea, ever again. Aiden wasn't really looking forward to trying these, but it was high time he found an alternative source of caffeine.