The day was sunny and generally calm. Arab League perched on a chair in his office in Cairo, tapping a pen on the desk. With a little turn of his head, he peered out the window and returned his attention to his desk, where he saw a small cup containing some Saiidi tea. The Arab League took it up with grace.

"Ah... Bismallah..."

Saying that, Arab League brought the cup to his lips. He took small swallows, his face contorted in a grimace at the strong, slightly bitter drink. The Arab League scoffed a little and shrugged his shoulders in approval before carrying on with a small sip.