fancy some matcha?

Hattori gestured with a sweep of his paw, though not an inherently social man he would not turn his brother-in-law away. Especially not when he'd well and truly earned his position, as diligent and loyal as they came. Ashen could not ask for a more suitable Daimyo. There were plenty of furs available and Plague soon took his pick, settling down before asking yet another question. Careful not to scratch the porcelain with his talons, Hattori passed a bowl his way. It was a delicate affair, Hattori used to make a right mess of the matcha when he was a pup, but if the man was capable of tuning and repairing weapons and armour then he presumed Plague would find no issue with this.

"First you pour the powder into the bowl and add just a slight amount of water."

Too much would dilute the tea. Hattori went through the motions, moving with poise and care, careful not to spill the components. He then picked up the wooden whisk and showed it to Plague, before he began to stir the mixture with swift, zig-zaggy motions. He glanced up to see his hound return with another whisk and Hattori rumbled, pleased the dog had taken the incentive without needing to be asked.

Hattori tapped his against the side of the bowl to shake off any lingering residue. Picking up the kettle once more he poured more water into his bowl, filled it to about three quarters full.

"The matcha should still be thick, then you add some more water and mix again until there is a light foam on the top." Hattori's paw ached with the slight strain of the repetitive motion but he thought little of it, any discomfort was well worth the prize earned.  He tilted his bowl so Plague could see the end result.