Re: Log, coffeeshop: Ren S & Newt P
"I shall endeavor to do just that." Newt'd not been 'South,' if that was how it was said. He'd been to the Southwest, only just. But, he'd not been to the... Southeast? America was terribly large. Still, he'd not heard of the tea out here, except for what Ren'd just told him, so perhaps it wasn't quite so popular as the other man said. Not that Newt was thinking deeply about it, really. He was watching Ren through flitting glances, giving no insight or judgment as to the manner of making tea. He leaned into his palm.
Newt was much more skilled at reading animals, creatures of all kinds, than he was people. The inability to hold eye contact seemed to limit him, or else it made others wary. Perhaps both. That, and what was certainly a bevy of other issues kept him from really grasping what Ren's body language might've meant, including the lift of a dark eyebrow. "Erm, should I not ask?" A blink. "I meant anywhere, really."