Ana
The quiet clink of teacup on saucer broke the silence, and Ana sighed in response. Her companion tilted his head in a sign of acknowledgement, the orange glow of the setting sun outside the kitchen window glinting off of his metallic forehead.
"This is good tea, you know," Ana murmured, raising her one eye to look directly at Zenyatta. The Omnic remained silent, nodding his agreement. "Something troubling you?" she asked.
"I am merely observing how much calmer you are after consuming your tea," Zenyatta responded. The monk had been sitting in the kitchen, lost in thought, when Ana had stormed in and begun furiously putting together a pot of tea, making quite a bit more noise than Zenyatta was sure was strictly necessary. In fact, it had taken a simulated throat clearing for the sniper to even notice him, but eventually she had rather stiffly settled down in front of him and mechanically poured out two cups.
"After all," the Omnic continued, "you appeared quite agitated. Would you perhaps like to talk about it?"
"It's nothing serious," Ana replied, eye crinkling slightly as the corner of her mouth twitched upwards. "I had a bit of a disagreement with Fareeha earlier about something stupid. I made some minor comment about her Raptora suit, and that proud girl must have been worked up by something because she snapped right back at me; I'm her mother, so of course I told her to watch her tone." Ana chuckled ruefully and shook her head, taking another sip of tea while Zenyatta listened patiently. "That didn't end well. I sometimes have trouble remembering that my little Fareeha is no longer a child, or even so little. Why, she taller than me now!"
"Family is important," Zenyatta chimed in. "Whilst disagreements are natural, the harmony of a loving family is sure to draw the two of you together once more."
"Listen to you, trying to give an old woman like me some life advice," Ana gently chided. "I'm three times your age, Zenyatta, I don't need to share my woes with you. That said, I appreciate the attempt."
"Glad to hear it," Zenyatta hummed, beginning to rise up. "Now then, if you'll excuse me, I do need to prepare for a mission tomorrow." The Omnic monk began to float sedately towards the door.
"One second, Zenyatta," Ana called. Zenyatta paused at the door, turning back quizzically. "You never answered my question. What's troubling you?"
At her query, Zenyatta seemed to draw in slightly, becoming smaller even as he floated in the doorway.
"Sometimes," he began, "I wish I could enjoy tea." Then he left. Ana's gaze was drawn down to the second, untouched cup of tea sitting on the table, gently cooling.
The next week, a confused Pharah passed on a message to Zenyatta that he was invited to join her and her mother for tea that evening.