"Give me coffee, now and always," Ari told her with a shake of her head. "There just isn't enough flavor in tea to tempt me. Though I will admit," she said, opening the door to the shop, "It smells rather nic in here."
The back wall was lined with canisters of tea, and shelves along the sides of the shop displayed teapots, cups, and various other paraphernalia. A boy barely out of adolescence was manning the counter; when Ari smiled sweetly at him, he immediately turned beet red. "Hello again," she told him. She couldn't remember his name for the life of her, but he had served her a few times before.
"H-hello, miss... I mean, Ari." It seemed he had found her name memorable enough. Ah well, she would get by, she always did.
"Anything new in green?" she asked him, stepping up and leaning on the counter. "Or white." As the boy nodded eagerly and went to the canisters on the wall to pull several out, she turned to Cressida, told her, "Apparently, a white mage he's rather fond of told him to give up black tea. But I'm sure we can find something among the choices this fine young man -" he nearly dropped the canister he was holding - "can offer."