"You wanted to meet me?" Zhya took a seat opposite Wally. "Why?"
"What do you mean, why?" Wally argued, "We're siblings."
"Maybe for you, I might be one." Zhya grabbed the nearby jug of tea, poured a glass for herself and took a sip, commenting upon the taste, "Where did you learn this from?"
"Inala taught me the recipe." Wally said, "I like this taste the best, so I…"
"I created it," Zhya commented, took a few more sips and pushed the cup aside. She eyed Wally and asked, "So, what do you seek from me?"
"There are some things," Wally nodded, "But we'll get to it later."
He revealed a casual smile, "I want to talk to you first."
"Talk?" For absolutely no reason at all, seeing Wally's casual smile caused her irritation to spike up, "You think I don't have responsibilities or what? Find someone else to chat with you."
"Oh, come on." Wally grumbled upon seeing Zhya get up and turn around to leave, "Don't be a drama queen."
