Isdis pulled out a chair from across from Angora. It was quiet for a moment before Isdis pressed her lips together. "A game. For your matcha." She pointed to the container sitting beside the other.
Angora let a smile dance across her lips, then as she moved to place her hand on the box. "This? My, my, but I wanted to make some tea with it. But, I'm a gambling woman, beat me and you can have it." She shifte...
