Chapter Seventy-Three: Inspiration

Ready or not, she silently repeated as the door slammed shut behind them with an ominous thud, as though sealing away her fate. Now, Aisla had no chance of retreating if she felt trapped. She wondered if this was how Katsuki felt when she'd brought him to meet her parents for the first time and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt once more for her poor decision in giving him that picture. She'd been so foolish that night. If he'd felt anything like she did right now, then it was no wonder he'd exploded on her. His emotions had probably been steadily climbing toward a breaking point all evening, and then Aisla and her stupid ideas had to go push him right over the edge.

Well, there was nothing to be done about that now. Aisla needed to focus on the here and now, not dwell on past mistakes. She couldn't fix what already happened, but she could ensure their future was brighter than their past.

As they all stood in the entryway together, Aisla could hear murmured conversation from the next room. Katsuki's great-grandfather, Hironori, had a gravelly I-have-one-foot-in-the-grave voice. It still carried over to her and sent a chill down her spine, even though she couldn't make out the exact words. Just the fact that she knew it was him—this man that had never approved of her from the beginning—put her on edge. His presence reminded her that he didn't like her and was probably still looking for ways to end her relationship with his great-grandson.

For a moment, Aisla stood frozen, unable to move as a sudden fear paralyzed her to the spot. What if his whole family agreed with Hironori? What if none of them approved of Katsuki's relationship with Aisla and wanted them to part ways? Would Katsuki really be okay defying his entire family in order to be with her? Surely, he wouldn't be happy in a situation like that. What would she do if he decided—

Katsuki leaned down to her ear, interrupting her wayward thoughts. "Don't be afraid," he whispered, lips brushing the skin there and sending a different sort of tremor through her. "Nothing will change, I promise. You're mine, sweetheart…and I am yours."

She wanted to melt into him, pull his lips to hers and forget about this whole evening. But then a door burst inward and Hironori Ishida himself stood before her looking just as scary as ever.

Aisla jumped back and had to resist the urge to pull at her hair as her heart hammered wildly inside her chest. He fixed her with a piercing glare that said her presence tonight was a disappointment, as if he'd been secretly hoping she wouldn't show up. Under that steely gaze, Aisla was starting to think that maybe she shouldn't have. He loomed in the doorway with his hideous cat cradled in his arms, petting its mangy head while he continued to stare wordlessly at her.

At last, he beckoned her forward with a finger. "Come here," he ordered in a low voice.

Aisla shot Katsuki a panicked look, but his expression was unhelpfully concealed as he stared at his grandfather, eyes fixed on the older man's face as if waiting for something to happen. Aisla let out a silent sigh and moved forward until she stood before the vampiric creature Katsuki called "Grandfather."

He appraised her for another endless moment before finally extending his arms and unceremoniously dropping the cat into Aisla's embrace before she could protest. She stiffened, but her arms automatically went around the thing as if it were something cute and fluffy instead of hideous roadkill. She held the thing awkwardly against her chest, scarcely allowing herself to breathe as she waited for it to start clawing at her face or biting her throat out. Instead, it shivered in her hold for a moment and then finally settled down and started purring.

Aisla didn't know what to do with the thing now, but secretly hoped Hironori would take it back before she lost her lunch. It was even worse up close, with wiry fur that felt like needles under her touch, a frail bony body, and a stench that clogged her nostrils within seconds. If this thing soiled her new dress, she was never going to forgive Katsuki for bringing her here.

"Do you…like cats, girl?" Hironori asked almost silently.

Aisla glanced up at him, surprised that he was addressing her. "Yes, sir," she answered honestly, though she left out the part about not liking ones that look like they shouldn't be alive. "I love cats. I used to have one when I was younger."

"Really?" He sounded genuinely interested in this bit of information. "What happened to it?"

Aisla glanced down at the cat in her arms, then back up at the ancient man. "Well…she got run over, sir. My mom let her out one morning by accident and…" She couldn't finish the thought. The event happened years ago, but the memory still saddened her sometimes when she thought about it for too long.

Fortunately, he nodded in understanding. "I see. I'm sorry for your loss. On a brighter note, Elizabeth III seems to really like you, which is a good sign because she doesn't take well to many people." Aisla thought she might have heard a scoff from her left, but Katsuki covered it up with a cough. "If my darling approves of you," Hironori said as he whisked the thing out of her arms and held it up in the air above his head, "then so do I." He pulled the cat back into his arms and hugged it tightly against his chest. It let out a painful wheeze that made Aisla want to cringe, but somehow she managed to push the urge down and keep her expression neutral.

"Thank you, sir," she said respectfully.

"Now, let's introduce you to the rest of my family, shall we?" he suggested, then disappeared through the door he'd just come in from. Aisla exchanged a confused look with Katsuki, who shrugged and took her hand, pulling her into the room with Chris in tow.

Hironori's two bodyguards, Alexei and Kolya, were stationed on either side of the room, standing at attention with the same uniform that Chris wore, each sporting dark sunglasses despite being indoors. A couple also sat on a small couch, presumably Katsuki's parents. One look at the woman sitting there told Aisla where he got his looks from—from the haphazard blonde locks, to the piercing red eyes that fixed on Aisla curiously. His father, on the other hand, shared no physical traits with his wife or son. His eyes were just as dark as his hair, and the pleasant smile he gave Aisla was nothing like what she'd received during her first encounter with Katsuki a year ago.

"Let's get to the introductions," Hironori announced, turning slightly to include Katsuki and Aisla. "This young lady is Aisla Haru, Katsuki's lovely girlfriend." Aisla hoped her cheeks didn't glow at the sudden endearment. "And this pain in the ass woman is called Mitsuki," Hironori continued with a gesture toward Katsuki's mother, who made no motions to stand from her slouched position. "Finally, we have Masaru," he concluded, shifting the hand toward the dark-haired man, who immediately stood and offered Aisla a small bow.

"We are so pleased to meet you, young lady," he said sincerely. "We've been eager to know you for some time."

"T-thank you, sir," she stammered, uncomfortable with Katsuki's father bowing to her. She didn't deserve that show of submission. "It's an honor to be here. Thank you for having me."

"You're always welcome," he told her, standing up straight and offering her a genuine smile. "Please, have a seat. Katsuki." Masaru pulled him into a hug, which he stiffly returned with an audible grumble. His father chuckled and pat Katsuki on the back before releasing him.

"So tell us, Miss Haru," said Hironori. He was sitting on an expensive-looking armchair with gold trim that didn't match the rest of the furniture in the room, and the demon-cat-creature slumped in his lap. "What is that you do, exactly?"

Aisla stiffened as she was pulled down onto a small couch next to Katsuki. His hand didn't leave hers, though she couldn't say for sure if this was more for her own benefit or his. "…Do?" she repeated dumbly, unsure what he was getting at. She wished he wasn't staring at her so intently with those piercing red eyes that made her feel small and inferior.

"What does your quirk do, young lady?" he reiterated, gaze never wavering. "What do you hope to bring to society when you graduate?"

Aisla resisted the urge to cower. She'd been expecting this sort of question from Katuski's parents at some point tonight, but she hadn't thought it would come within five minutes of her walking through the door. She should have known it would be Katsuki's vampire grandfather who barraged her with questions. Based on her previous encounters with the man, he spoke his mind and wasn't afraid to be blunt. He was like Katsuki, but meaner and scarier.

"She doesn't have to answer that!" Katsuki snapped before she had the chance to respond. "Don't interrogate her, you old fossil!"

"Katsuki, show some respect!" his mother chided him, then turned her attention over to Aisla. "He's right though, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to. Why don't we have some tea and maybe we can get to know each other a little better before we start scaring our guests away?" This question was directed toward Hironori, who finally turned his gaze away from Aisla with a melodramatic sigh.

"Fine," he allowed as he flicked a wrist toward what Aisla assumed was a kitchen. Immediately, Chris hurried through the door, presumably to make tea. Aisla wanted to offer her help, but was quickly cut off before she could get the words out. "Tell us, Katsuki, where is your monthly report card from your teachers?"

"Mother," Katsuki growled, "you promised he wasn't going to do this."

"Now, Grandfather, I don't think we need to—" his mother tried, but was silenced as Hironori lifted a hand into the air.

"That will be enough interruptions from you, Mitsuki." He turned back to Katsuki as his hand resumed petting the creature in his lap. "Let's see it, son. Before the tea comes." He held out his hand expectantly, and for a long moment Katsuki just sat there with barely controlled anger. Finally, he took a deep breath and dug in his pockets for something, then produced a folded up sheet of paper. He passed it over to his grandfather.

"Hmm," the old man said as he frowned at whatever was written there. "Seems like you've improved quite a lot this month."

"Yeah," Katsuki agreed flatly. Aisla squeezed his hand reassuringly and he gave her a half-hearted smile.

"Now, Aisla…" Hironori fixed his gaze back on hers now. "Can I call you Aisla? Do tell us what it is you hope to offer my grandson here. It isn't money you're after—your own family seems to be fairly well off, though I find it hard to believe that your intentions are entirely pure." He cocked his head to one side. "My grandson has a powerful quirk, as I'm sure you're aware, and he will most likely become one of the greatest heroes this world has ever seen, whereas you…" He trailed off and gave her an expression that said he didn't believe she would be able to measure up to such high standards. "Katsuki needs someone equally as strong as he is so his future offspring will have the greatest chance of—"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Katsuki suddenly stood up, fists clenching and body shaking with rage. "STOP TALKING TO HER LIKE THAT RIGHT THE HELL NOW! AISLA'S QUIRK IS AMAZING AND SHE IS MY EQUAL, YOU DAMN INVALID!"

"Invalid?" he repeated incredulously.

"There's no one else I want to be with, so stop trying to scare her off!" Katsuki yelled. "I love her, okay?! So, treat her the way that she deserves or we're both leaving!"

Aisla felt about as shocked at Katsuki's outburst as everyone else looked. Their expressions all mirrored Aisla's own amazement. Had he really just said all of that? She knew he felt that way about her, but she hadn't been expecting him to stand up to a member of his family like that. And he'd all but screamed the words 'I love her' right out loud, as though proud to say them, like he really meant them. She believed him that he loved her, but a small part of her was still afraid that maybe he would only ever say those words to her in private.

Once the shock wore off, Hironori's expression shifted into something unreadable, though Aisla thought she detected a sliver of pride in his piercing gaze. "I see," he said stiffly. "In that case…" Aisla waited for him to scold Katsuki for being disrespectful. Instead, he offered something resembling a smile. Or maybe it was a grimace. "I'll be sure to look out for your debut in this year's Sport's Festival, Aisla Haru."

Katsuki dropped into the seat next to her with a huff of air as he worked to steady his breathing. Aisla wanted to reach out and offer him reassurance but wasn't sure if that was what he needed right now. She could tell he was barely controlling the urge to lash out further and say something he might regret later. The old Katsuki wouldn't have had the willpower for such a feat, but he was much better at holding back his angry retorts now.

"Your tea, sir." Chris came back into the room with a silver tray carrying a beautiful China tea pot with cherry blossom branches crawling up the sides, and five matching tea cups and saucers. He placed this on a small table in the center of the room, then disappeared once more and came back with three tins of different tea leaves and a small box. "I found sencha, gyokuro, and kukicha," he recited, setting the tins down on the table as well before taking up his post by the door.

Katsuki leaned close to whisper into her ear. "There might be some oolong somewhere. I can go look for you, if you'd like?"

She smiled at the sweet offer but shook her head. She didn't want to cause him any trouble, and she knew oolong wasn't the cheapest, nor was it the easiest to come by. She'd had sencha tea before and thought it tasted alright, but she'd never heard of kukicha. She was pretty sure gyokuro tea topped oolong when it came to expense, so she decided the first option was probably the best one. She didn't want to be impolite and refuse tea, but she also didn't want to waste their expensive leaves.

"I'll just have the sencha," she murmured to Katsuki as she started to reach for the tin. He snatched her wrist out of the air before she could grab it, however.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said softly. "Let me make you a cup of gyokuro. It's sweet; you'll like it." Aisla opened her mouth to argue, but Katsuki was already reaching past her to grab a cup and saucer. He pulled it off the tray to rest on the table in front of it, then pulled open the box and produced a grenade-shaped tea infuser, which he filled with the gyokuro leaves before settling it on the rim of the cup. As he was pouring the steaming water over the infuser, Aisla couldn't stifle a giggle. He glanced back at her and nearly poured tea onto the table top before jerking the pot upright and returning it to the tray.

"She thinks your tea-pouring skills are amusing," Hironori said with an almost-smirk.

Katsuki took one look at her red face, then snorted and rolled his eyes before passing her the cup. "Nah, she thinks the tea infusers are amusing. Don't you, Aisla?" She smiled cheekily over the rim of the cup. "My dad bought them one year for Christmas. He also thought it was hilarious." Katsuki turned a smirk toward his father, who was pouring his own cup of tea, with a matching infuser filled with kukicha.

The man grinned sheepishly. "Well…I thought it was sweet, considering you and your mother share an explosive quirk."

"It was hilarious!" his mother agreed. "Based on how excited he looked when he gave me the box, I thought he'd gotten me jewels. Instead, I opened up a box of grenades and nearly died laughing!"

Katsuki's father flushed bright red as he pulled the cup into his lap. "You both still use them, you know."

"Because they're so cute?" Aisla guessed, poking the edge of the pink-colored one matching the cherry blossoms on her cup.

"No," Katsuki disagreed, "because they're the only ones we have."

Everyone laughed, and Aisla couldn't help her own small giggle as well.

Once they all had tea, Aisla took a tentative sip of hers, even though the cup was still steaming and the liquid burned her tongue. She let it linger there for a moment to get a sense of the flavor before swallowing it down. She decided that she liked it, and might have even preferred it to oolong, if not for the outlandish price. Maybe she would acquire a tin for herself and use it for special occasions.

"Do you like it?" asked Katsuki as he took a sip of his own tea. She didn't see which one he'd chosen, but the smell was similar to her own cup so she assumed he'd gotten the same.

She nodded. "It's really good! Thank you for letting me try some."

"You've never had gyokuro?" Katsuki's father asked in surprise.

She shook her head. "No, sir. I usually drink oolong or sencha. But this tea is great!" she added, in case he got the impression that she was being ungrateful.

He smiled. "I like it, too, though I usually prefer a black tea. My wife won't let me drink it in the evenings, though. She says it keeps me up too late." He sent his wife an apologetic grin.

She scoffed in response and took a long gulp of her own tea. "The last time you drank black tea after two PM, you kept me up until four in the morning!"

"That was years ago!" he protested. "That probably won't happen again."

"It happened six times!" his mother argued. "Besides, green tea is better for you."

Katsuki murmured into her ear again while his parents went back and forth about tea. "She's just saying that because she can't drink highly caffeinated tea or she turns into a raging lunatic." His eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Aisla," his mother suddenly called out to her. She shifted her gaze over to the woman as she spoke. "Can I call you that?"

"Of course, ma'am!" Aisla agreed at once. "I'd be honored."

"Call me Mitsuki," she offered with a smile. Mitsuki and Katsuki… even their names are similar. "You're new to UA, correct? I don't recall seeing you at last year's Sport's Festival."

"I did come to UA a bit late," Aisla admitted, feeling embarrassed by this fact for some reason. "Originally, I attended Shiketsu, which was my parents' alma mater."

"Then, why switch schools mid-year?" interjected Hironori, who was also drinking gyokuro while simultaneously petting the wheezing creature in his lap. "You didn't get expelled, did you?"

Aisla widened her eyes. "N-no, of course not!" she stammered. "I was just…" She bit her lip, unsure how much of her traumatic experience at her previous high school she wanted to share with strangers.

"She doesn't have to answer that!" Katsuki barked in her defense. "That's a private matter."

"I got kicked out of school once," Mitsuki mused thoughtfully as she played with the tea infuser on her cup.

Hironori barked out a laugh. "You got kicked out of seven schools! You were the biggest trouble maker. Your poor mother never knew what to do with you."

Mitsuki huffed indignantly. "I have no memory of this."

"I remember when you transferred to my school," Masaru mused. "Your uniform shirt was untucked, and you'd already taken a pair of scissors to the bottom before your first day."

"And your hair looked like you'd run it through a hurricane!" Hironori added in irritation. "I tried to get you to dress properly, but you refused to see reason."

"Just like you," Aisla said quietly, giving Katsuki's cheek a playful poke. She watched color appear before her eyes and couldn't help a small giggle at his expense. "You're so cute when you do that."

"SHUT UP!" Katsuki and his mother barked in unison, then turned to one another and glared, as if they were both personally offended to share the same reaction. Aisla laughed and she could just make out Masaru's amused smile as well. Hironori seemed to be the only person unaffected.

"Remember when you almost burned down the chemistry lab?" Masaru commented a moment later, taking his wife's hand in his free one and giving it a squeeze. "We were doing an experiment involving lithium, and you accidentally mixed the wrong chemicals together."

Mitsuki snatched her hand back with a scoff. "I did no such thing!"

"Yes, you did," Hironori disagreed with an eye roll. "I remember being called into the school that day. Your principal told me that one more infraction would cause them to expel you. He also said that in all their years of teaching, they'd never met a delinquent with such high academic scores." He added this last part reluctantly, like he didn't want to give her the credit for being intelligent.

"Did Mitsuki live with you, sir?" Aisla asked curiously. The way they were speaking, it definitely sounded like she'd spent a lot of time with her grandfather at the very least.

"I told you to call me Hironori," he corrected. "To answer your question, Aisla, yes. Mitsuki's mother was never able to handle her…" a glance in the woman's direction, "charisma. So, she came to live with me during her middle school and high school years."

Mitsuki grumbled something under her breath that Aisla didn't catch.

"Did you attend a hero school as well, ma'am?" Aisla inquired, though she was pretty sure the answer was obvious. If she had, then she would be out doing hero work right now. As it was, Aisla had no idea what Katsuki's parents did for a living.

"Mitsuki's quirk was good enough to get her into the hero course," Hironori answered for her, eyebrows pinching together as he recalled some memory, "though her behavior prevented her from ever becoming one."

"I didn't want to be a hero, Grandfather," Mitsuki said. "That was your dream, not mine. And my quirk was never strong enough for something like that. Katsuki's Explosion is so much more powerful than mine ever was."

"That's right!" Katsuki agreed proudly. "My quirk is fucking awesome!"

"Language!" his grandfather scolded. "Katsuki is remarkable," he allowed. "You're going to be a great hero, my boy. Just don't let your grades slip because of personal relations," he added with a pointed look at Aisla.

"He won't," she assured him. "Katsuki is one of the smartest people in our class, and he's one of the best fighters I know!" She turned to him with a warm smile. "You're going to do great things, Katsuki. I believe in you."

"YEAH, YOU WILL, KATSUKI!" his mother exclaimed loudly. "SHOW THIS OLD COOT WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A BAKUGO!"

"Hell yeah!"

They all turned in surprise at the unexpected shout from Katsuki's father. Aisla got the impression he was a lot more timid than his wife and son, and based on the shocked expressions from his family members, she was right. His cheeks heated in embarrassment at the slip up.

"I mean…"

"THAT WAS ADORABLE, SWEETY! DO IT AGAIN!" Mitsuki yelled, shaking him roughly and making the remains of his tea slosh around in the cup. Miraculously, it didn't spill and soil his pants.

"Shouldn't we serve dinner now?" he asked quietly, clearly embarrassed.

"Oh right!" his wife agreed, then sprang up from her seat and placed her cup and its saucer on the table in front of her. "Let me see if the soup is finished."

"Soup?" Aisla echoed.

"Probably ramen," Katsuki murmured when his mother disappeared. "It's one of the only things that woman knows how to cook." His tone said he found this endearing, even if the words suggested otherwise.

Aisla smiled. "I love ramen."

"Me, too," agreed Hironori. Again, he held something resembling a smile, but Aisla couldn't distinguish the expression from a grimace. It must have been a genetic trait passed down to poor Katsuki, who used to wear the same expression all the time. Now, it was a lot more obvious when her boyfriend was happy. He smiled a lot more than he used to a year ago.

"Tell me something, young lady," Hironori began slowly. "What is it that inspires you to become a hero?"

Katsuki turned to her with an equally curious expression. She thought he already knew this answer, but maybe she'd never spoken about it aloud before.

"It was…Eraser Head," she whispered reluctantly, feeling her cheeks heat in sudden embarrassment at the admission. She wasn't ashamed that this was what inspired her, but she didn't want Katuski to think she was a freak for looking up to their homeroom teacher like that.

"Eraser Head…" Hironori repeated with a frown. "That scruffy hobo who works at UA now? Isn't he your homeroom teacher, Katsuki?"

"Yeah," said Katsuki flatly. "He's a great fighter, too."

"Besides all that," Hironori said dismissively, "what about him inspires you?"

"Well…" Aisla considered her words. "Eraser Head—Mr. Aizawa— has been an inspiration to me since the first time I saw him fight on live TV. The fact that we share a similar quirk only added to his illustrious image, at least in my mind. This knowledge invoked a spark inside of me, allowing my previously hopeless mind to burn with the desire to become a hero just like he was. If he could overcome all of the same obstacles that I was currently facing, then maybe I could, too. If it hadn't been for Eraser Head's influence in my life, I wouldn't be the person I am today," she finished, then bit her lip when she noticed the slack-jawed looks she was getting.

What did I say?

"That was a very impassioned speech, young lady," Hironori observed with a tone that implied he might be impressed.

"I still can't believe your favorite hero is a hobo who sleeps in a caterpillar sleeping bag during class," Katsuki commented.

"You yourself said he's a great fighter," his grandfather pointed out, then turned his attention back on Aisla. "And based on your answer, I suppose that's a good reason to choose the hero's path. With the knowledge you've gained studying at UA, and the influence of your instructor, where do you see yourself in five year's time?"

Aisla chewed her lip as she thought about his question. "In five years," she began, "I want to be established as a hero. I want to be someone who inspires others, as Eraser Head has inspired me. I want to help people in any way I can."

"Do you plan on joining an agency when you graduate?" Masaru chimed in.

Aisla nodded. "I'd like to, if I can find one willing to work with someone with my particular quirk."

"You have a similar quirk to Eraser Head, you said?" Hironori gave her an expectant look, clearly still looking for an answer to his early inquiry.

"Yes, sir," she answered. "My quirk is called Mirror. I can reflect quirks, objects, and sometimes scenery. I'm not very good at that last one, though."

"She can also reflect time," Katsuki added with a note of pride in his tone.

"Interesting…" Hironori nodded thoughtfully. Just as he opened his mouth to respond further, the kitchen door opened and slammed against the wall behind it, hard enough to make the remnants of Aisla's tea bounce.

"TIME FOR DINNER!" Mitsuki shouted. "KATSUKI, GET IN HERE AND HELP SET THE TABLE!"

"I'll help you, ma'am," Aisla offered, already getting to her feet.

"I'll help, too," Katsuki said, standing as well.

"You're such a sweet boy!" his mother cooed. "So much nicer than you used to be!" Her gaze found Aisla's as she made her way around the coffee table. "Is that your influence?"

Aisla stopped abruptly, eyes going wide. "N-no!" she protested. "Of course not! Katsuki is just a good person at heart. I didn't do anything, honestly. He's always been sweet."

"Ha!" Katsuki's grandfather let out a loud barking laugh. "He's always been a little shit, you mean. That boy is as mean as a dog who's been trained to fight."

"No, he isn't…" Aisla argued softly on his behalf. "He's a kind, generous person who always thinks of others. He's thoughtful, sweet, and he's an amazing hero. He's my favorite hero…"

Everyone stared at her, making her cheeks burn like a flame. She tugged on the ends of her hair and averted her gaze. Katsuki's hand pulled her fingers free from the strands and entwined his own between them.

"Thank you, Aisla," he murmured. "You're wrong about one thing, though."

She looked up at him, brows knitting together in confusion. "What?" she asked just as softly.

His eyes held hers, and in them she could see the shimmer of tears, though they didn't fall just yet. "I was never going to be some great person on my own, Aisla. The reason I can be the way I am today…is because someone inspired me, too."

"Who?" she breathed.

He pressed a finger against her chest. "You."

A/N: So, fun fact about Stele, I do a lot more research into this fic than you guys will ever realize. It's always little simple things that no one will ever notice or care about, but it's important to me to have facts right, to make the story as real as possible, and to add finer details into each situation. In today's chapter, the research I did was about the different teas they offered at Katsuki's parents house. I don't know why I felt it was important to do research on TEA, but I'm sure part of my reasoning had to do with how expensive each kind was. I know I wanted them to have a "fancier" tea than Aisla's preferred oolong, and I didn't want to make something up or just use a random flavor. Usually in that instance I would choose earl grey or oolong because that's about as far as my tea knowledge goes. But for the sake of two paragraphs, I spent several more minutes than necessary looking into expensive teas just for you guys!

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encre d'esprit: Thank you so much! And yes he is trying so hard! Especially when you look back to how he was when he had dinner with Aisla's parents, and now this. He's come such a long way! He would be my favorite hero too haha.