She sets the kettle to boil, watching as he doesn't hesitate to open her bag and root around for tea.

Her heart lightens, happy.

He pulls several blends from the dry storage container she keeps in there along with their cups and sets those next to the book on their blanket. He discreetly sniffs at the blends.

She tries hard not to smile. "Which are you looking for?"

Sesshoumaru knows he caught, but he lowers the box and resumes his typically dignified visage, pretending he wasn't just discovered sniffing like a common dog.

"The pink one."

"Try the other container."