"I am glad you were able to make it, Hyperlaser. Truly."

[He gently pushed the small cup of tea across the table, steam lightly rose the green colored liquid. Hyperlaser was never much of a tea demon, but there was something about the way the swordsmen made it that made it wonderful. He was surprised when he offered to come back to Theives Den rather than drink like they always did, but he supposed he didn't mind. He didn't leave Blackrock much besides going to Phights, so exploring at his on pleasure was a nice change.]

[The truth was, really, that Katana just wanted to spend time with Hyperlaser. Going to the bar wasn't typically known as "quality time" to most, and after being informed that by his colorful neighbors; he planned a more intimate afternoon. He spent the morning preparing, and now that it was time he still felt it wasn't perfect enough. That's just the perfectionist side of him however.]