Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
"Tea?" The question caught him completely off guard, and it showed in his face. He stared at her, baffled, unable to fathom why she would bring up tea, or how she would know to. She was no blood mage and no spirit. She had no access to his thoughts and his mind was his own. Curious. "I detest the stuff," he said by way of explanation, and he hoped that would suffice for her.
He trailed after her as she moved, releasing his hands to touch everything. His fingertips brushed over the counters, the tables, the plants. It was as though someone had brought the whole of Halamshiral's grandeur into a single flower shop, and it was baffling to him.
"Solas," he said, "if introductions are to be had." He stared at the paper in her hands. "This is... currency? Paper?" He plucked it from her fingers, turning it over and squinting at it. The print was far too irregular to be done by hand, the paper itself thin and too smooth. "How ludicrous." Unsurprising, though, that humans would use something so ridiculous for money. How these creatures had ever managed without the foundation laid by his people, he'd never know.