*The teahouse is buzzing with life, especially with its patio overlooking a bustling street. Fugue is sitting on the patio; it isn't the most expensive place, but it's invigorating. There's so much to glean from such a simple scene, but it brings her more joy than anything else has for a long time. All of the colorful outfits and different faces almost make it like a painting, from the street performer, to the parents dragging along children, to the young adults chatting in groups as they walk. She looks down into her tea, seeing a few stray leaves, then back at the crowd. It all seems they're 'dust' in the world just as the leaves are mere 'dust' in hers. When she raises her head again, she realizes someone is sitting in the other chair at the table.*

Fugue: "Ah, my apologies, did you need a table. I'm afraid I've just been loitering." *She stands from the table, collecting her emptied tea pot and mostly empty cup.* "Enjoy your time. It's a good place to watch the crowd." *She nods at them, turning her attention to the energy of the teahouse's midday rush.*