[While Lorenz composes himself, the little teacup clatters its way across the table towards Dedue, as though looking for praise for its prank. There is something endearing about its antics, in the same way that one might find a kitten endearing even though it's knocked a glass off of the table-- but one should not encourage such behavior. It might lead to bad habits. Ruining Lorenz' cup of tea once may be amusing, but doing so regularly and indiscriminately would quickly become a nuisance.]
[Strange, though, that Lorenz knows the kind of teas that Dedue prefers. He isn't entirely sure when he would've found out about it or why he would've bothered, but Lorenz clearly took the time to do so.]
Yes, you are correct. I prefer cinnamon or ginger, though I do not mind other kinds.
[He drinks chamomile quite regularly since it's His Highness' favorite, and, on the relatively rare occasions that he did have tea with someone other than Dimitri, usually deferred to the other's tastes. He's a little unused to someone else accommodating him.]
[Then, with regards to Lorenz' giggling teacup,] Have you given a name to your mischievous companion?
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[Strange, though, that Lorenz knows the kind of teas that Dedue prefers. He isn't entirely sure when he would've found out about it or why he would've bothered, but Lorenz clearly took the time to do so.]
Yes, you are correct. I prefer cinnamon or ginger, though I do not mind other kinds.
[He drinks chamomile quite regularly since it's His Highness' favorite, and, on the relatively rare occasions that he did have tea with someone other than Dimitri, usually deferred to the other's tastes. He's a little unused to someone else accommodating him.]
[Then, with regards to Lorenz' giggling teacup,] Have you given a name to your mischievous companion?