[ They're acknowledging his presence, unexpectedly... It turns Alice's posture tense, and where Midori feigns politeness, smiling, Alice himself can't hide his glowering. Inadvisable things to retort are tempting, something like "I wouldn't want to drink your tea, even if it were the last cup of tea in the world." (Then again, in hindsight, wasn't everything served in prison technically Asunaro-made?!)
This is neither the time nor the place; the mere sight of Midori makes his blood boil, but he tries to breathe evenly without being too obvious about his efforts. Maple at Midori's beck and call is troubling, too. ]
...I'm fine. I don't need tea. I...
[ He looks at Ranger instead, and then at the teacup in the doll's hands. ]
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This is neither the time nor the place; the mere sight of Midori makes his blood boil, but he tries to breathe evenly without being too obvious about his efforts. Maple at Midori's beck and call is troubling, too. ]
...I'm fine. I don't need tea. I...
[ He looks at Ranger instead, and then at the teacup in the doll's hands. ]
Where would we go to speak?