The tea had a certain...flavor to it. It was nothing like the hot tea he usually drank back in the compound. Perhaps the high altitude and heavy rainfall made for better flavor in the leaves. Or maybe they just didn't know how to make good tea. It wasn't that the tea was bad, just different. It was also a little on the hot side when they brought it out so he had to let it sit for a few minutes, quietly reading his book as he did so. He could've stayed in the village today, but he had to get away from there. At least in this place there were less samurai to hassle you simply because, much to the dismay of Shiro, he "looks like a ninja". He couldn't wait for the day one of them hassled him when he was in the wrong mood. The only problem was they usually travelled in groups of 5 or more, so a frontal assault usually wasn't the best option.
By the time he'd read enough to turn the page he assumed his tea would have cooled off enough to be drinkable. As he took his first real sip, a flicker of light caused him to look up from his book. The cloth to the entrance moved, letting in the light as well as a girl. She seemed to be around Kaito's apparent age, though he was actually far older than her. She was holding her stomach as if she'd been starving for days, though he highly doubted she'd missed a meal, and sat down at the closest table she could find. She was fairly attractive, though Shiro hardly had time for such things. He could still recognize beauty when he saw it. She was sitting a couple of tables away from him, his being in the corner with him occupying the seat closest to the wall facing the entrance. He'd picked it because of the light arrangement making it the optimal place for reading. He then heard her order. "Teh." The sound slipped out without him noticing, though he didn't mind if she heard. The girl was being glutenous, ordering far more than she could eat judging by her frame. It was ridiculous for her to order such an amount considering all those he'd seen starving back in the village. But she didn't appear to be from the village, so there was no way for her to know that.
He picked up his small cup of tea by the handle, extending his pinky outwards in true Hiragana fashion as he drank, watching her for a moment. She was intriguing, from her style of dress to her astoundingly large appetite. The waitress then came to him for his food order, an occurrence the girl hadn't waited for when she rudely yelled her order out. "What'll you be having with that tea, sir?" Shiro hadn't looked over the menu, but knew what he wanted without looking. "I'll stick with my tea. From the sound of it you'll be all out by the time this one's satisfied." He moved his head slightly in the direction of the girl across the room. Shiro said this loudly enough for the girl to hear, though not in a particularly mean way. There was actually no emotion in the phrase at all, so the girl could take his words as either insulting, flirtatious, jokingly, or any other way she felt. The waitress let out a slight chuckle at his sentence. "If you change your mind, I'll be back to refill your tea in a few minutes." Shiro nodded, though he knew he wouldn't be eating today.
He then moved his eyes back down to his book, picking up on the subject of how the move from a barter based economy into a monetary system had led to the decline of craft-based skills, such as smithing, being taught in the academy, leading to more trade with other countries. HIs face was still as smug as ever.
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