[ as they make their way through the cavernous expanse of rufus' queen suite—which, in turn, forces tseng to confront exactly how expansive his own queen suite must be—tseng doesn't hide the way he looks around, noting the differences between this space and rufus' previous residences. although it's clear that rufus hasn't touched every corner of it yet, there are already some changes that seem to suit him better—a little bit of personality shining through, in a new and interesting way. ]

We can sit on... the beach, [ tseng says with a hint of bemusement that belies how funny he finds it to have an entire-ass beach inside. although then again he has an entire forest in his suite, so maybe he's not in a position to judge. ] I haven't been since the last time I was in Costa del Sol.

[ which was many years ago, during rufus' house arrest, so tseng doesn't expect him to know what tseng is talking about. he'll explain if asked, but it doesn't really matter—the principle of the thing is getting to relax, have a drink, be themselves for a little while.

tseng sets his bag of ingredients on the bar and unpacks them one by one, then sets about mixing their drinks. the presence of a beach is an unexpected boon, because the recipe he uses is one that's fruity and a little tart, definitely more of a paper-umbrella-in-the-glass type of drink than something serious and refined. still good, though, at least he hopes.

when he's poured one, tseng hands it over to rufus. ]

Let me know if it's any good.