fancy some matcha?

Hattori looked up, somewhat surprised by Plague's presence. As Venom's brother and Daimyo he was more than welcome to frequent the palace as he pleased, but it dawned on Hattori that they'd never really held a conversation. It shouldn't have come as a surprise, Hattori was always so forward focused and intent on getting things done that interpersonal relationships more often than not fell to the wayside. But from what Hattori had seen Plague was a good man, he treated his nieces and nephews well and had more than proved his worth when challenging Hela for her former rank. Perhaps this had been some time coming, Hattori wondered.

Shifting a little in his seat, the Shogun dipped his head in formal greeting.

"It is all right. From the noise I would assume someone is in their quarters, making a mess." He wrinkled his nose, casting a look over his shoulder to the corridor beyond.

Just then his akita re-emerged, carefully, balancing the tray as it crossed the room and set it down in front of the Shogun. Sitting upon the tray was a steaming kettle of water, a pair of ceramic bowls and a chasen. With a wave of his paw, Hattori dismissed the hound and went to prepare the tea for himself. The matcha powder had already been sifted into one of the bowls but Hattori gently tapped the side to ensure there were no clumps left, lest the tea be ruined.

"Have you tried matcha?" Hattori asked, sparing Plague a curious look.