Wherever there's space for a body to set down. Under the stars and suchlike.
[ Just like old times.
He balks at the tea. It has a heady scent, warm and earthy. Ana always used to make him drink tea like this, trying (and failing) to convince him to abandon coffee. He takes a cautious sip, knowing it's rude to refuse hospitality, but he can't disguise the slight curl to his lip. ]
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[ Just like old times.
He balks at the tea. It has a heady scent, warm and earthy. Ana always used to make him drink tea like this, trying (and failing) to convince him to abandon coffee. He takes a cautious sip, knowing it's rude to refuse hospitality, but he can't disguise the slight curl to his lip. ]
Ain't you got any coffee, old man?