[Levi doesn't ask what that question might be referring to, so he assumes both his choice for tea and the choice of seat. He sits, leaning against the wall and angled toward the rest of the cafe, legs crossed.
He picks up his own cup, holding it the way he usually does - by the rim, rather than by the handle or the sides. Raising it to his lips, he watches Kakashi carefully as the man lifts his own cup to his still-covered face, and after a moment seems to drink through his mask. His eyes narrow when no evidence that tea even passed his lips.]
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He picks up his own cup, holding it the way he usually does - by the rim, rather than by the handle or the sides. Raising it to his lips, he watches Kakashi carefully as the man lifts his own cup to his still-covered face, and after a moment seems to drink through his mask. His eyes narrow when no evidence that tea even passed his lips.]
...how's it taste?
[did he even taste it]