"Well, well," The Teaseller smiled as he returned from the storage room with a fresh tin of vanilla black tea. "I must say, I didn't quite expect you to actually stop in, Mr. Chau. Welcome." He'd changed clothes since their last meeting, now in a lighter, more Middle-Eastern styled getup. His hair was longer as well, tied up in a short ponytail. Nice as high boots and waistcoats were, summer in Hong Kong was no laughing matter. [[hope it's okay for me to just jump in like this]]
Hannibal smiled , looking around the shop quickly. The place was posh, decorated quite to his tastes, with beautiful decor and fancy looking tea boxes and accessories. “I said I would.” Hannibal says. “Very nice setup you got here.” He leans against the counter. “What would you suggest? Gimmie the best blend in the joint.”