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Uzumati just frowned at her explanation. He knew what favorite meant....well after a few moments of thinking about it he had at least! Still the large man simply shrugged his shoulders, "No real favorites." Unless you counted hobbies of course. Could fighting be included in a cup of tea? Probably couldn't really do much with that answer, right?

As they got closer to people it was more and more obvious that Uzumati was feeling a bit skittish. Despite visiting his uncle on occasion the man still hated the idea of many earthlings together. They were all loud, chatty, and so very nosey after all. He hated being stared at and that was a common occurrence when he went into a town. Entering the home Uzumati's nostril's instantly flared. There were so many scents! As Cassia left him the man began to just poke through all the strange things in the room. Some leaves made him sneeze, while another he liked, and another made him drop the basket instantly. To be honest...it was overwhelming to see so much stuff in one spot....still Uzumati continued his investigation. Perhaps there could be something of interest or use here. Might as well since he was waiting on the girl, right?

Eventually he did sit though it was in the corner where he sat with several baskets piled around him so that he could browse through. It was slightly comical to see the wildman daintily handling leaves as if breaking them would be a sin....

Uzumati was so busy with the clutter around him that he didn't notice the girl studying him. In fact if he had the man probably would have stilled himself to stare back at her. It was strange how he trusted a stranger enough to come into her home and actually settle in, but in all honesty he felt some strange connection with the woman. It could be because he found her scars a sign of strength or simply he just didn't see her as a danger considering how she handled all these leaves around him. It took a delicate hand to make that strange stuff, that much he knew, so he doubted she would try to fight him.

But it didn't mean she couldn't poison him. Uzumati made a face when the cup was served to him yet he took it and held it in his hands. As steam rose from it the man took a sniff before blowing on it awkwardly. His uncle had taught him that much after he had gotten a nasty burn on his tongue before. Still, it was funny to see how shocked he was at the heat of the tea before he finally took a few more advances towards drinking it. As he finally took a real sip the man slowly nodded, "Not...bad."