Mmmm, I imagine one of those had a few additives, mmm? Very nice of them to offer that.

[She closed the door behind them and walked over to where some more tea was set out on the counter, the steam and smell of chamomile lightly filling the room. As she took a spot across from Setsuna, she rested her chin on her hands.]

It was more ... cumulative than previous years. Built up as stress through the whole of the month. But yes. A very rough one. Tell me. What was it you were so concerned about?