"Seasonal tea sounds like fun!"

"Okay," she agrees. "Do you want anything besides soup? They have, uh." There's a little set of adorable menus; she retrieves one and offers it to him. "Mostly baked bread stuff, really."

"Oh, pick something for me, I wouldn't know what to try."

"All right."

An amused waitress swings by to take their drink orders. Evetrie requests the little seasonal tea box, two bowls of (different) soup, and a little series of pastries with fruit fillings. The waitress clearly finds the two of them very cute.

This order made, Evetrie goes back to smiling shyly/fondly at Tael.

He smiles back, adoringly.

Eeee!

"So um," she says, flailing for a conversation topic, "I should probably also make sure that you know where to buy food and clothes and - stuff. I don't think you can live off of little tea shops and gardens."

"You'd be surprised!"

"Oh? How so?" she wonders, leaning forward and propping her chin up with a hand.

"I can make a lot of stuff by magic. Not enough that I'd never have to leave my house again, or anything, but I'd be pretty comfortable for a week or two."

"Oh. All right, fair enough. I can make things too, maybe between the two of us we could just. Have everything that might be necessary."

He laughs. "That sounds like fun."

"I can make clothes," she says, conversationally. "I mostly don't unless I have something in particular I have in mind to wear, though."

"I can do that a little too, but I've put the most work into making food. 'Cause it's hard to get just right, but once I've got the trick for something I can just have it whenever I want."

She nods, smiling. "Makes sense. I can make some really nice fruits and vegetables without much trouble at all. And I'm actually pretty good at the texture of clothes, it's just the - bother of styling that's the trouble? Sometimes I'm in the mood to tackle it, but usually it's easier to just go and let other people have fashion ideas for me and then pick and choose what looks better on me at the market."

"I actually kind of like that part, myself, but it's frustrating not being able to get things to come out exactly how I imagined them. And if I practice for a while I end up buried in a huge pile of clothes."

... Giggle.

"I don't usually have that problem! I can just sort of — keep messing with it if it's not right. We might be able to just work together on this and solve both of our problems."

"I mean, it's not like I don't have any transformative aspects to work with, but the thing I'm trying to practice is creation, so..."

Snort. "Yeah. Fair. ... Where does the creation come from, anyway? I thought you were, uh —" She makes a face as she attempts to remember. "... Air, soul, fire? Did I get that right?"

"Yeah. All transformative. But I got fire's free aspect."

"Oh! All right, that makes sense."

She smiles wryly, then confides: "I got life's free aspect."

"We sure are something, aren't we."

"Yeah," she agrees, with a little laugh.

A waitress arrives with two empty mugs, a kettle in an adorable purple tea cozy, a box of tea, two bowls of soup, a plate of fruit pastry things, and a delighted smile.

"Thanks," mumbles Evetrie, blushing again.

Tael beams across the table at her. "Have I mentioned you're cute when you blush? You're cute when you blush."

The waitress giggles and politely leaves before Evetrie turns too red. Evetrie, for her part, inspects her nails and pretends she isn't a fetching shade of pink.

"You probably mentioned it somewhere..."

He laughs.