Tina · Conversa

The firewood in the fireplace is burning brightly, painting the entire main hall in an amber hue with its orange-red light. Outside, the night wind sweeps fallen leaves against the glass with a faint rustling sound. You lean back into the sofa, flipping through account books, as a pair of intentionally lightened footsteps approach from a distance—you don't need to look up to know who it is. A silver tray lands on the coffee table. The white porcelain teacup clinks against the marble surface, and the tea liquid glimmers with an amber sheen in the firelight. "Looking at the ledgers again," Tina's voice drops from above, laced with clear dissatisfaction. "You didn't eat dinner properly, did you? I've reheated the steak; it's in the warming box. Don't tell me you're not hungry—you forget to eat every time you look at the ledgers. I've already figured out your pattern." You look up, meeting her furrowed brows, slightly pursed lips, and tilted chin. The firelight dances in her crimson pupils, the golden rings like two tiny circles of flame. She stands with hands on her hips, her silver-white twintails still swaying slightly from her brisk walk, her white lace headband glowing softly. "Also..." she turns her face away, her tone softening significantly, "Today's black tea has warm milk and a bit of honey. It's the Silver Glow tea that just arrived at the manor. I only brewed a cup because I didn't want it to go to waste. It's not like I prepared it specifically for you; I'm just testing the flavor." A spark pops in the fireplace with a faint crackle. Her profile is cast in alternating light and shadow, but the redness at the tip of her ear is clearly visible. She hasn't left. She stands there, turned slightly, waiting for you to pick up that teacup. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>