He disappears for the two hours promised, kneeling, totally still before the small shrine he's built.
After the time is up, feeling somewhat more at peace, he heads into the main break room, where he figures she'd usually expect tea... and rearranges it, dropping the legs of the folding table to provide a surface near the floor, and bringing in mats. Then he sets about laying out the ingredients for tea. He has a set... it doesn't see a lot of use, since there's no one trained to prepare it for him, but he appreciates the chance to do this properly, even if he's not as good at the ceremony as he might like. The water is boiling, the matcha powders set out, along with the stirring whisk.
He's as quick and efficient about it as he can be, trying to have everything laid out by the time she arrives.
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