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[notcethleann]

Hello there! My, what a remarkable device this is. It is so very exciting to have a mail box of my very own! Now, what is it that one should say...ah! Ahem. This is Flayn. As I understand it, you are trying to reach me, but I am not responding! How rude of me. Oh, but I am certain I have a good reason! And that I shall tell it to you when I speak with you again. So put a message here and tell me what you require, so that I may help you when I have returned!

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[noblestandard]

[Ferdinand shoves his phone in an inner pocket of his coat.]

That sounds wonderful.

I would be like being back at the monastery.

[notcethleann]

Yes, indeed it will.

[Like being back at the monastery. The last time she saw Ferdinand at the monastery was across a battlefield, when the Black Eagles returned with Edelgard - with the Flame Emperor - to seize Garreg Mach by force and drive the Church out. But before that...

Before that, she remembers having tea with him out in the courtyard on a summer's afternoon. She remembers learning things from him - how to groom and saddle horses, how to clean and polish armor properly, how to brew tea - and his incredible patience with her utter lack of knowledge of these things that must have been so basic to him. She wonders whether this Ferdinand remembers doing those things with the Flayn of his world, as well.

She leads him through the garden to her favorite table, under the shade of a tree and surrounded by flowers, and peers at the menu.]

Many of the types of tea here have unfamiliar names, but some taste just like teas that we have at home in Fodlan. Claude tells me that some of them are even called something different in other countries in our own world! Others are entirely new to me. Does anything listed here catch your eye?