The twins led the way toward the forested areas via one of the many walking paths.

“As who?” Minoru whispered to his brother as they walked.

“Achilles, hero of the Trojan War.” Isamu whispered back, “though, I admit the books I have read on the subject may differ slightly from what actually happened, as tends to be the case.”

As they got closer, the path broke into smaller round stones. Low walls and a lush garden surrounded a couple of small building in traditional Japanese architectural style. Fujin may or may not be in, but the monks were always around. And they recognized and bowed to the twins when they entered. They were frequent customers - to the point that Isamu’s order could be started on before he even sat down. Minoru had his favorites, but didn’t rotate between them with any kind of rhyme or reason.

Isamu politely offered Lysandra a seat at one of the low tables. He and his brother both sat seiza, on their knees. This was a very traditional place.

“Do you have a particular type or flavor of tea that you enjoy?” He asked politely.

“Pretty much everything is good.” Minoru added. “Some kinds are sweet. Some are really bitter, though.”