Standing quietly in her kitchen, contemplatively staring down the open cabinets and pantry door, Imzadi folded her arms at her waist. Well, shoot! She was hankering for something to drink but literally nothing in her kitchen remotely appealed to her. Generally, if she didn't have a strong opinion on the matter, water would have been the default, but the hybrid simply wasn't feeling it. The small coffee pot didn't even warrant a lingering glance. That wasn't it either. Sure, coffee smelled great, but her body was craving something a little different. She never had been much of a soda drinker, but kept some in the fridge and pantry for guests should they want any. On top of that, it was simply too early in the day to grab something harder. Slowly shifting her gaze across the stove top, her eyes settled on the kettle there. How long had it been since she had gotten any new teas? It'd be something hot, aromatic, and could either be a pick me up or calm me down. Drumming her claws on her upper arm, Imzadi took a deep inhale and nodded. Yep! That had to be it, or getting out and about would help her see if anything out in the world struck her fancy. It was an off day, so she had all the time in the world! Having made a decision, she took a moment to close all of the doors she had opened in her search, grabbed her bag, and then headed out. There were a few cafes and tea shops she could remember off hand that sold bagged and loose leaf teas in store, though the woman quickly sorted those that didn't have snacks or allowed samples out from the contenders. Nah, if she was making an outing of this, she was going to want the full deal! Granted, the one place that was mainly bobbling around in her noggin was a place that she had only been in once or twice since last year. It had been months since she had set hoof into that little shop, but it called to her today. And so, it was there Imzadi walked. Though it was somewhat tucked out of the way of the main drag, there always seemed to be a least a few people inside enjoying themselves. Even through the glass of the large front window, it just seemed utterly warm and inviting in there. Mix and match wooden chairs around well loved, dinged tables, a plush sofa backed up to the window sill with a coffee table that sported a smattering of books, magazines, and games stashed underneath. Pushing open the door, a string of bells tinkled from the handle inside.
The person at the counter greeted her and bid Imzadi to make herself comfortable or peruse the shelves to see what might interest her. Drawing near to where the shelves, she noticed a stack of menus of available teas and in house blends. The hallowed hybrid's brows arched toward her hairline for a few degrees. The menus were easily sixteen inches long and filled with descriptions of the scores of blends, lists of the individual ingredients, on both sides.
"Whew," Imzadi huffed in astonishment as she turned one of the menus over and over in her hands. Sure, there was always 'Go with what smells good', but the entirety of the shop just smelled heavenly. Something fresh was being baked in the little kitchen off the main sitting area off behind the counter. There was a pot of something fresh being brewed up that added yet another scent. The other patrons had their own tea pots and goodies. The woman skimmed the shelves of dried fruits, flowers, and leaves. The same sort of feeling that she had back in her kitchen started creeping back into her awareness. Oh...There were things that sounded good or interesting, but which ones to try or to bring home? She was feeling lost in a sea of options. Hmm. Drat.
Embi-lamb
Will try to whip up a post appropriate/friendly cameo or cropped image of her...after this thunderstorm passes. |D
