"No, but I do love the drink," he says. He sips at his own mug and there’s a content sigh. "Hnn. Hate florals though. Tastes like shit."
He comes back with two filled mugs. At the outset, pu-erh looks like your ordinary cup of black tea, but the difference lies in the brew. There is fermentation involved in producing this kind of tea.
"Try," he says, nodding toward the drink.
Wait right there. He had special grade pu-erh gifted to him the other day, and it was a waste not to share with a friend. He will be back in ten minutes.
He would make tea himself today. However, he shoots Akimi a look. “Do you like Pu-Erh tea, Akimi?”