Definitely Not One Anymore
When my sister wanted to have a conversation with me, I hurriedly finished my lunch before we walked out of the cafeteria and went to our secluded rendezvous, the gazebo at one of the campus's corners. Iris was aware that this was kind of a private matter, so she did not bother to follow us.
"Coffee or tea?"
"Coffee... please."
"Right away."
Before we proceeded to the discussion, I prepared some kettles and cups as well as biscuits on the white-coated circular metal table for refreshments. After pulling a hot kettle from my Inventory, I gentlemanly poured hot black coffee into her cup like a butler.
Tea parties would be one of the lessons of the etiquette class, as it was necessary since there were numerous formal parties held in the aristocracy. Proper etiquette could mean that a man had a proper education. I was grateful that I had Mary teach me the way of the tea beforehand.
"Enjoy your drink, Sister."
"Thank you, Raphael."