"But of course." He pauses hoping to not offend the customers. "If I might be as bold to ask are they all human? We have different teas for supernaturals and I would just hate to sell you the wrong tea." The guy was smiling while watching Cedric and he was waiting for the exchange he swallowed.
"You are not a danger to us. I can tell that you do not go for my fiance's gender. It is interesting that the witch is a male but your preferences do not bother us. You can be free to be yourself around us." Cedric looked at Yuki to see that she had turned back at him.
Yuki's eyes glowed with happiness, she turned and skipped back to Cedric then skipped into his arms to hug him. "It is all for supernaturals. I am glad that you are happy and I can tell that you two are happy. Do feel free to be yourself."
"In Ireland, you go to someone's house, and she asks you if you want a cup of tea. You say no, thank you, you're really just fine. She asks if you're sure. You say of course you're sure, really, you don't need a thing. Except they pronounce it ting. You don't need a ting. Well, she says then, I was going to get myself some anyway, so it would be no trouble. Ah, you say, well, if you were going to get yourself some, I wouldn't mind a spot of tea, at that, so long as it's no trouble and I can give you a hand in the kitchen. Then you go through the whole thing all over again until you both end up in the kitchen drinking tea and chatting.
In America, someone asks you if you want a cup of tea, you say no, and then you don't get any damned tea.
I liked the Irish way better.”
― C.E. Murphy, Urban Shaman