Oh gosh, a bow. Um…. uhh…
Emiko quickly curtsies in response. That’s what you’re supposed to do, right? She seems a bit unsure, but follows through anyway.
“Um, that’s alright! You seemed to be deep in thought, so I was just a bit surprised. Y-yes! Emiko. F-…. Fujiwara-san, I believe…?”
Hopefully she hadn’t just called her by the name of someone else in here. Nahh her memory is better than that……. probably.
She glances at the teacup, then back to Aimi’s cup.. What kind? Um… hmm, she doesn’t have too much of a preference. Then again, she doesn’t exactly have a vast palette when it comes to tea. Aimi looks like she might know a lot about tea!
“Hmm… Perhaps… whatever tea you may be drinking? You looked like you were enjoying it.”
The rather noble-looking girl nodded in response and began to pour out the hot water from the kettle into the cup.
“Ah. That is quite a relief; in all my years of being a debutante, committing such a social blunder would devastate me. I’m glad to not have made a mistake.”
She grabbed a tea bag and began to put the loose leaves into it, and then dropped it in the water.
“You would be correct as well. I am Fujiwara; Aimi Fujiwara to be specific. As the Super High School Level Matchmaker, I am a little disappointed by the lack of love in this place. With a setting as romantic as a castle, charged by the thrill of danger and risk, I would figure I would be able to see more sparks fly. But, I suppose not…”
She then reached for the sugar bowl, before pausing.
“How do you take it? I usually put an absurd amount of cream in it with a slightly less, but still excessive, amount of sugar. But most people have tastes that differ from my own.”