It's not Kalim's room, but it's fine. Jamil is relieved enough at the distraction that he's not going to protest it.
"Thank you for the tea, Lilia." He takes the two remaining mugs in his hands, automatically moving to sip from the biggest before pausing halfway to his mouth.
"Oh, ah, what did you make this with?" He tries to make it sound like idle curiosity and not like he's trying to determine if it's toxic.
Kalim initially makes zero protest to Jamil taking both of the mugs, but when Jamil pauses it gives him pause, too. Nobody deserves to have to drink more than their share of Lilia's tea.
"Oh, it's okay, Jamil," he says, reaching out for the mug, "I'll just add a lot of sugar anyway!"
The question hardly offends him. It should, but, well. He's got a thick skin and didn't see any problems with the blend he'd made! In fact… the mix he was using was drying out now for later, secondary use.
"I do hope you enjoy. It is a simple blend of fresh chamomile, lemon balm, and elderflower. I find that these are often good choices to aid in sleep. I figured with such an emotionally driven conversation, you both would appreciate the calming effects of those herbs." He's positively beaming, sipping at his own mug.
It sounds........ reasonable. And actually kind of good, depending on the person.
That does sound uncharacteristically palatable of Lilia. Jamil takes a dubious sip from Kalim's designated mug--the larger one--mostly to get it over with as quickly as possible, but he's relieved the tea does seem to be as Lilia described. One less headache on this horribly awkward night.
That settled, Jamil passes the mug to Kalim and sits on the floor with his legs crossed. There are two people on his bed already and he's not about to squeeze on in there.
"I apologize for the... disruption. We won't cause any more trouble." Honestly, he doesn't even want to think about how much their other housemates might have heard with the door left open as long as it was...
"You need not apologize. Some days we need to get our words and thoughts out." Maybe someone else would leave the two to it, to have their tea and finish wrapping up their conversation. Lilia is not like most people, unfortunately.
"It reminded me somewhat of home." He adds on, sparing a glance between the both of them.
"Mm, but did you speak further after I left? I'd be remiss to see the two of you drift into a sea of misunderstanding and turmoil so quickly, especially whilst I could potentially assist."
Kalim takes the mug and shoots Jamil a grateful smile. Then he dumps half the contents of the sugar bowl into it.
"Ah...it's okay!" Even Kalim has the decency to be a little embarrassed about how much of that might have been overheard. "I think we figured it out...kind of."
He also can't quite muster up his usual smile kilowattage about it, but he does make a valiant effort.
"Yes, we have everything handled. Thank you for your concern," Jamil says with the polite air of someone trying to shut down a conversation. Their business is their business, not Lilia's, and just because they were loud doesn't mean Lilia can stick his nose in.
He just kind of holds the mug in his hands instead of drinking it. He doesn't really feel much like tea right now.
It really isn't his business. The two of them deserved privacy, enough that he wouldn't pry... for now. Plus? It wasn't as if he wants to have a conversation about this, to continue pushing it along. He's partly curious, wanting to offer advice to the both of them, but...
Ultimately, he just smiles, as if he didn't hear a single thing.
"So you've decided who will cut Kalim's hair, then?" Might as well make it seem like he's grasped nothing of the conversation, yes? Isn't that better for all of them, to avoid some of the awkward feelings?
"Oh, um, yeah! Jamil said he wants to do it." Kalim sips some of his tea. It does taste good, although he's kind of sweetened it into oblivion regardless. "I guess that's easier anyway, haha."
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"Thank you for the tea, Lilia." He takes the two remaining mugs in his hands, automatically moving to sip from the biggest before pausing halfway to his mouth.
"Oh, ah, what did you make this with?" He tries to make it sound like idle curiosity and not like he's trying to determine if it's toxic.
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Kalim initially makes zero protest to Jamil taking both of the mugs, but when Jamil pauses it gives him pause, too. Nobody deserves to have to drink more than their share of Lilia's tea.
"Oh, it's okay, Jamil," he says, reaching out for the mug, "I'll just add a lot of sugar anyway!"
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"I do hope you enjoy. It is a simple blend of fresh chamomile, lemon balm, and elderflower. I find that these are often good choices to aid in sleep. I figured with such an emotionally driven conversation, you both would appreciate the calming effects of those herbs." He's positively beaming, sipping at his own mug.
It sounds........ reasonable. And actually kind of good, depending on the person.
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Kalim sits back down. Jamil can taste it if he wants; Lilia definitely wouldn't try to poison him
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That settled, Jamil passes the mug to Kalim and sits on the floor with his legs crossed. There are two people on his bed already and he's not about to squeeze on in there.
"I apologize for the... disruption. We won't cause any more trouble." Honestly, he doesn't even want to think about how much their other housemates might have heard with the door left open as long as it was...
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"It reminded me somewhat of home." He adds on, sparing a glance between the both of them.
"Mm, but did you speak further after I left? I'd be remiss to see the two of you drift into a sea of misunderstanding and turmoil so quickly, especially whilst I could potentially assist."
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"Ah...it's okay!" Even Kalim has the decency to be a little embarrassed about how much of that might have been overheard. "I think we figured it out...kind of."
He also can't quite muster up his usual smile kilowattage about it, but he does make a valiant effort.
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He just kind of holds the mug in his hands instead of drinking it. He doesn't really feel much like tea right now.
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Ultimately, he just smiles, as if he didn't hear a single thing.
"So you've decided who will cut Kalim's hair, then?" Might as well make it seem like he's grasped nothing of the conversation, yes? Isn't that better for all of them, to avoid some of the awkward feelings?
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