[Jeremiah feels a small sense of relief with one less thing to consider. He's usually been preferential to black teas, when coffee sounds too acidic for his mood, or the occasional exquisite white that caught his eye. A preference from boyhood, though the milder flavors sometimes bore his tongue now. Herbal teas haven't interested him much, somehow tasting simply of hot water and dried plants instead of a proper beverage as tea leaves inexplicably do. But Lelouch would likely take tea with every meal and then some if he could, so acquiring something lacking caffeine for the evening seemed prudent.

For Lelouch, though. Jeremiah should pick something for himself too, right? It's an afterthought, only prompted by his prince. For all that he's kept pace, his mind is still a swirl from their conversation, has been for minutes now. Jeremiah suspects it may remain so for the rest of the night, in the morning, until Lelouch does the honors.

Slightly down the row of teas, he finds the oolongs, some labeled in Cyrillic, others in Chinese characters. He hadn't taken the time to appreciate them much before, but it's common enough in the geographical area. Trying it again had proven a shift in his palate, had he shied from it out of distaste before. Dark, earthy, but lacking the bitterness that makes him want for milk or honey. Perfect as it is.

Back on the street, his mind clears once more. It's become quiet, both serene and eerie as compared to the plaza, the hush of night falling heavy in the air. They pass by people every so often, but they're quiet too, content to go about their business as Lelouch and Jeremiah go about theirs.]

The intricacies on the trim, easily. There's almost no line or accent to some of these traditional buildings that isn't carved up to a decorative edge. It's a little garish sometimes, but the effect can be quite stunning.