(to me or Medea? btw i know my character is a jerk i'm not just wanted to clarify I think you're cool)
Roleplay
(lol Smick is apologizing to Medea, and also thanks you're cool too)
"Don't worry about it. You guys didn't cause much of a scene or trouble my customers. But please take it outside next time, but I appreciate you apologizing." Medea smiles.
Smick smiled too, and racked his mind for something to say. "Where'd your owl go?"
Casting a glance at Smick, Kayleb changed his mind about the guy. He didn't seem to be too suspicious after all. "You want anything? I'm sorry for acting like an absolute baka."
"I don't know. He flew off extra early today. Maybe another will come in soon, who knows?" She giggles a little bit.
"No, but thanks." Smick said.
"Hopefully," Smick replies to Medea, and felt like the center of attention and blushed under his scales.
"Would you like some tea? It's nearly the end of the shop hours and I have plenty of tea to spare," Medea offers, looking around at the nearly empty shop.
"Sure," he accepted.
Medea decides to make the tea by hand this time.
"What kind would you like?" She asks him, gesturing to the variety of teas she has for sale (which also lists the kinds she has).
Smick shrugged. He had never had tea before. She glanced at Kayleb and then at Medea. "What kind do you prefer?" He asked both of them.
"I'd have to say my favorite's green tea with a dash of honey." Medea smiles.
"I guess I'll try it then…" he smirked.
(I'll be back in a few minutes)
Medea holds a tea cup of hot water, and green tea leaves in the other. Suddenly, the liquid turns into green tea and the leaves disappear. She adds a bit of honey and stirs it, then it floats into Smick's hands.
Smick watched, fascinated. "It was you using magic!" He exclaimed.
Medea smirks, "Mhm! I'm a Witch. A Tea Witch to be specific."
"A Tea Witch? I've never heard of that before."
"It's because there aren't very many. Our brews specialize in tea. They're like potions, but in the form of tea. I can make you feel a certain way, or turn you into something," Medea explains.
"Turn people into something? Why don't you turn yourself into something more often then? If I could do that I'd drink seventy cups of tea a day just to be different species of dragons! It's kind of boring only having two legs…"
(oh no gosh darnit I missed the start, now I have to find an opening or i'll just be thrown awkwardly into the story like "here's a dragon bleep blorp")
(lol you can come in now)
(I'm still laughing at the "here's a dragon bleep blorp")
(are there bushes? i'm going to bet on bushes being here.)
Auralia sticks only her nose out of the bushes, curious but anxious.
(So what kind of dragon are you? Red, brown, drake, wyrm…)
"Because I enjoy who I am. I could turn into anything, yes, but I'm fine with being me." Medea smiles, and starts cleaning up due to the shop being closed.
Smick smells the fellow dragon and gets excited.
"Do you need help with cleaning?" Smick asked.
(well actually I'm a wyvern not a dragon)