[Ugh, you're insufferable!! Why does she like you, anyway. Blanche just promptly sticks her nose into the air with a bit of an exaggerated 'hmph!' and takes another sip of pure liquid suffering.]

Yes, yes, I suppose so.

[But don't worry, she's not put out at all. It'd be obvious if she was, but right now, this bit of levity is nice. And that laugh is nice too.]

Why yes, I would deeply appreciate that. I want tea that's as bitter and decrepit as my soul, Alaric. By royal decree; anything less, and you'll be the one drinking it.

[oh my god]