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She stares at him, eyes bright, golden, and filled with life — studying him as if she were studying an abstract piece at an art exhibit. People are interesting, aren't they? Why do they come to a shop like this while playing a game? Are they looking for something specific or had they come here on a whim? What do they want from her? What can she get from them?

The ears of a tan cat perk up, and looking at him, she casts a smile that is as natural as it is knowing.

"That's alright, everything here exists to be looked at, no?"

She doesn't just mean the interior of the T.E.A Shop, of course. Countless hours of intensive labour had been poured into designing this world, and so, doesn't that mean that even the most insignificant looking thing exists for their eyes — their minds, truly — to feast upon? Even player avatars. Perhaps especially player avatars. Plus, admittedly, Tuesday's ego thrives in the attention.

"Glad you like the store, though. Are you looking for anything in particular?" She continues to look at him, searching. An all too fluffy tail sways behind her. "We offer a lot more than just tea, have a look around if you feel like it."

Once again, it all boils down to looking.

This guy is a little weird, huh? But, then again, Mars — and thus Tuesday by extension — has met countless people who talk and act just as weirdly. It's fine, maybe it's just his in game persona. She's heard that a lot of people like to act differently in the game, maybe he's just still adjusting to his game persona...

But then, oh then, he does the thing. The plant thing. The flower thing. And, yes, her interest is positively piqued.

"Oh, you're a Gardener." She exclaims, her smile roguish while something curious shines in those golden eyes of hers. "Wanna do me a favour and check out the other plants I have here? I'll do you one back."

With this proposal, she gives a wink. Gardeners can make plants bloom, after all, and blooming plants means easily acquired ingredients for potions and drinks without a need for waiting. Everybody wins!

She laughs.

Is it mockery? Is it how he hilarious she finds the situation to be? Is it sheer joie de vivre? It all depends on how one looks at it, but regardless of interpretations, she laughs all the same, and then, once the moment passes and she's done laughing, she smiles at Lacrimosa — bright and full of confidence.

"Oh, I like you. Transactional. Shit at pretending like that's not the case, but still, I like it." She's a woman of business, after all. This is her language; the terms in which she perceives most interactions. Everyone has a price, something they want. Everything she wants in return has a cost.

"Alright, then. What do you want?" Golden eyes fixate on the man before her and her arms spread, gesturing to their oh so excellently stocked surroundings. "What do you seek in this game? Everyone has a reason to play."