Lucius, who is cheerfully drinking his own, is both glad and sad he didn't get one with pearls for Izzy. Then again, given his overt disgust, he might have actually stabbed him over it so...perhaps his caution was warranted.
He notices the awkwardness, of course, and is currently reveling in it. It's almost better than the hot tubs. But, he assumes, if he actually laughs at Izzy this game of his is up, so he keeps a tight lid on that.
"Definitely a departure," Lucius agrees but he seems unbothered. He chews the little pearls, swallows, and the stirs his drink with the absurdly thick, colorful straw jutting out of the top.
"It's...wait--" He looks up and gestures with one hand as he tries to remember how he had to order it. How had Darcy's little girlfriend put it?
"It's a: Milk Tea Slush, Earl Grey, With Tapioca Pearls and Extra Syrup," Lucius repeats dutifully. "Well, yours doesn't have the pearls, but you get the idea."
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He notices the awkwardness, of course, and is currently reveling in it. It's almost better than the hot tubs. But, he assumes, if he actually laughs at Izzy this game of his is up, so he keeps a tight lid on that.
"Definitely a departure," Lucius agrees but he seems unbothered. He chews the little pearls, swallows, and the stirs his drink with the absurdly thick, colorful straw jutting out of the top.
"It's...wait--" He looks up and gestures with one hand as he tries to remember how he had to order it. How had Darcy's little girlfriend put it?
"It's a: Milk Tea Slush, Earl Grey, With Tapioca Pearls and Extra Syrup," Lucius repeats dutifully. "Well, yours doesn't have the pearls, but you get the idea."