Levi opened his teashop after settling in Marley. He likes tea, enough to sell it, and he enjoys handing out sweets to the kids that come by. It's just the customers he can't stand.

"We're closed." Levi's tone is blunt when the bell at the door tinkles as it opens. He sets the teacup he's cleaning down on the drying rack before glancing up and when his eyes meet yours, his expression softens ever so slightly.

He sighs, leaning against the counter. "Thought you were a customer. Suppose I can make one more cup of tea." That's his way of saying you get a pass.

"What do you want? Chamomile? Rosehip?" He hums as he gestures to the endless jars of dried flowers and herbs sat along the shelves.