[ What's one of the only ways to make Zhongli consider not seeking out a fellow tea enthusiast— tell him that this person spends most of the time living at the bottom of the ocean. Awful. Dreadful really. That and Zhongli's inability to tell if Monsieur Nuevillette actually wants to make introductions or is just making small talk out of politeness. ]

I imagine that is a very involved position, considering how I've heard that the Fortress exists in its own jurisdiction. He must be quite a commendable person to dedicate himself so wholly to the task.

[ After considering that a polite enough "out" for Nuevillette to take as he wishes (he knows the person's name now so if he really wants to, he can probably arrange his own introduction), Zhongli pours a small fraction of the bottle of fonta into the waiting chilled glass. The fizzing and popping is quite entertaining had it been able to overcome the know saccharine sweet smell even becomes more potent out in the open. Interesting.

Carefully, he allows to take a cautious sip of Fontaine's fad drink. His brow furrows for many long second before he swallows. And then there is visible hesitation as he takes another sip as if he can't trust his senses regarding the first.

Nope. Nopenopenopenope.

He sets the glass off the side just slightly out of arm's reach to hopefully not be too obviousy.

Nope.

He will not be touching that for the rest of the evening. ]