The weather was taking a turn for the cold, and while Masanori didn't mind the wintry weather, he knew it was even more enjoyable with a warm drink.

Gathering a snack and drink, he drifted toward the exterior walkway, sitting on the edge of the wooden porch, sipping idly at the drink and gazing across the gardens, expression pensive.

It was serene, and even his internal voice slowed, though it never seemed to fully stop, though he managed to focus his attention on the moment, achieving rare tranquility in focus on tea and scenery.