[of course, Olivine would insist he needed nothing at all in return—he's just happy to share. And of course, he's perfectly amenable to being seen on the very day he said he had all to himself for just that reason, Tseng. Brilliant dumbass.

There's only a short pause before the priest opens the door to the faintly lingering scent of freshly baked bread and the less faint scent of black tea, expression bright and warm as ever. As he speaks, he steps out of the way to let the taller man in.]

It's good to see you, Tseng. Please, come in.

[The room itself is simply decorated—a cute couch sits invitingly in the main room, cushions tall and plush, and there's a partly finished piece of jewelry on the nearby table, alongside an open box of stones and beads and a neatly wrapped box, not at all dissimilar to the gift Tseng had received earlier. But other than that, everything in this room is fairly simple, down to the handful of potted plants organised neatly on a tiered shelf. There is a relatively spacious area nearby though—it's sectioned off with a roughly thigh-high gate, behind which a very large, very fluffy bunny totters about somewhere.]

Can I get you anything? The tea just finished brewing not long ago, and I have some fresh fruits and other small snacks...