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Ruan Mei, Herta has recently realized, is rather romantic. Most people assume that she doesn’t possess the capability. They view her as a cold, untouchable person. This would frustrate Herta if not for the fact that through understanding the depths of the biologist, really, she’s proving her own genius because only she can understand her.
(Herta’s self aware enough to realize this is, to put it bluntly, coping. She elects to ignore this.)
They’re busy people. Ruan Mei barely eats, barely sleeps, lost in the joy of playing god. Herta is forever chasing anything that catches her eye, running to distant corners of the universe to gather new toys and at least attempt to prepare contingencies for the war among Aeons that’s forever on the horizon.
But every so often, their paths cross. Be it by chance or the justification of a joint project. And when they do meet…
Herta brings Ruan Mei fine tea sets every single time they meet. New patterns, new clay forming the delicate pieces, a new planet of origin.
Ruan Mei brings her tea and snacks. She forgets to eat most of the time, but it’s different on these days.
Today, there is yuzu tea.