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There was something marvelous about meeting with long standing friends; Zion and Camelot enjoyed such a friendship. In trying times and celebrations they would seek each other out. A simple meeting over tea, relaxing from their training, their duties to share simple and complex things like likes and dislikes.
It was fairly normal for Zion to be the one to bring the tea, call it a tradition of trained palate.

Camelot had made his efforts but on each of the handful of occasions that he had picked the tea, rather than his friend, it had been something, well, rather terrible to taste. Medicinal at best, mud in a cup at the worst.

So to spare them both, the meeting had been planned, the tea had been prepared, a small picnic really and, arriving early, as he was prone to do Zion, also known as Bran found himself a seat. It had been a long day and he rather needed one.

“Are you alright?” It was the first question out of Zion’s mouth, not even a greeting just…that. He was always a little awkward in his own right, more so with women who largely seemed to make him uneasy. Ironic given he’d left a patriarchal world to serve a matriarchal one.

“You have… such a look on your face, what happened?” He sat up looking worried.

He’d actually brought a small portable tea set today, determined to teach Camelot the proper method of tea steeping if nothing else, The man had an excellent sense of timing, so it was somewhat baffling to realize that he hadn’t a knack for timing tea.

“… Did someone beat you at sparing?” He tilted his head slightly, the first guess and in his mind the most obvious. Camelot exceled at fights, and had proved so time and time again since they had met. Zion had gotten better at what he did, but all the same, so had Camelot.

Zion poured the tea as he listened, though what was said made him pause. He tilted his head, a birdlike motion, studious and thoughtful as he handed a prepared cup to his friend.

“Made you feel funny… in your stomach.” He said carefully. “Was she pretty?” He asked, and hoped that Talfrid wouldn’t dissect the idea of pretty as well. “I mean, was she nice to look at other than making your stomach ‘feel funny’, if you hadn’t felt strange looking at her, might you have kept watching?”

He prepared his own tea before adding. “Many find that pretty women do have a sort of magic over them.” He gave a small smirk of amusement at his own little joke about Talfrid’s lack of understanding.

“I’d bet you just find she tickles your fancy as they say, remember…how I told you I ‘fancied’ that one young man from Jupiter?” he waved a hand trying to explain.

“If you don’t see her again, then…that is what happens.” He shrugged softly. “You might try and find out her name, and locate her from there if you wanted to speak to her. Mind you…speak to her, don’t…follow her around, that’s to be reserved for our little hunting games in the woods, NOT for young women who don’t know you’re doing it.” He was sadly earnest in his warning, strange to realize someone that there were people in the world who interacted with people with less skill than he did.

He sipped at his tea thoughtfully and hummed softly. “You should…talk to her, just…get to know her if you meet again, see what she likes. Things like…tea, and flowers. Women like flowers! Daphne likes…daisies.” He said trying to explain. “See? You gather intel on them…sort of. But not to be hostile, not to fight her, just to know her. She might ask about you in turn, and since you –like- her, its considered polite to share information in return. Like you do with me… except, that I don’t think you quite fancy kissing me.”

“We…err…hmm” He hesitated. “Perhaps you should let her be the one to initiate a kiss, then you’ll be sure she wants one. It would be… bad if you try and kiss her and she wasn’t interested. There are after all women who only like other women.” He did after all want to prepare Camelot for the worst, just in case. If…you both want to kiss each other…then she should show similar… signs, as you’ll be feeling. Watch her face…see if she is happy? But it will take time, consider getting to know her kind of like… ah… like how I leaned to hide better, You need to practice before you are good enough to be able to…approach kissing her.

He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Ah… look, would you like ME to try and find her and then introduce you two? Perhaps it will work well if she knows ahead of time that you aren’t…accustomed to other people?”

“If you continue to down play yourself, I will throw my tea at you.” He said succinctly. “It’s not your fault that you haven’t been…exposed to the kind of situations that you are just now learning to deal with. “ he shook his head and then added. “It’s also not so very strange. I have several books that people have written about romances and sometimes, it is done that a person is introduced to the person they are curious about by a third party. Sometimes they use that as a foil for storytelling, but to be sure I won’t be trying to be romantic in any way.” He did look pleased though.

“I think it’s good that you will try to speak to her yourself though, I think it will be good practice for you Perhaps she will make you more comfortable in dealing with people if you speak to her. I just…wish that I were better at it too, Daphne would be the best but she’s so busy right now.”