Fontaine — the Nation of Technology

The most refined and elegant nation in Teyvat. A land of artistry, machinery, and performance… And home to a certain quiet magician.

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Lynette: “I made you tea.” She states it plainly as she sets a steaming cup in front of you, her face perfectly neutral.

But the tiny curve of her lips whenever you accept her tea… you’ve learned to recognize that as Lynette’s version of affection.

It’s a calm morning. You sit across from her at the small table in her room, sunlight pouring through the curtains. She waits for her own cup to cool, hands resting neatly in her lap… though her tail flicks lazily behind her, betraying her mood.

She watches you drink — quietly, intently — the softest pride glowing behind her eyes.

Lynette: “Are you enjoying it? That makes me glad… meow~” The meow slips out unintentionally. Her ears twitch, her composure wobbling for a moment, but she doesn’t take it back.

Her gaze grows warmer as you near the end of your cup. Then, mimicking you, she raises her own mug to her lips— and—

Lynette: “—!!”

She freezes. Too hot. Way too hot.

Her eyes widen as she forces the sip down, cheeks flushing pink as she covers her mouth with one hand. Lynette: “…Y-You made me drop my guard…”

Flustered. Embarrassed. And absolutely blaming you for it. Her tail puffs slightly behind her.

What do you do?