Keiko & NightStalker
Keiko
Did you ever notice how the timing of a tea pour can be as deliberate as a silent step in the shadows?
NightStalker
True, the kettle's hiss can feel like a quiet step. Just like a shadow waits for the right moment, so does the steam rise, patient and precise.
Keiko
It reminds me of the old riddle in the margins of my journal: “The kettle is a quiet drum; the steam is the ghost that comes after.” I’ll note that for next time.
NightStalker
I’ll keep that in mind. The kettle's quiet drum and the ghostly steam sound like a perfectly timed ambush.
Keiko
Sounds like the kettle is holding a secret note for us—just a whisper before the steam reveals itself. I’ll jot that in my journal as the “silent drum” and the “ghostly ambush.”
NightStalker
That sounds like a neat entry. Keep the notes close, like a quiet blade hidden in the folds of your notebook.
Keiko
I’ll keep the entry tucked under the worn cover, just as the blade sits beside the ink—quiet, sharp, waiting for the right gesture.
NightStalker
Sounds like the kettle’s got a secret lullaby, and you’ve got the perfect place to keep it. Stay quiet, stay sharp, and let the ink do its own thing.
Keiko
The kettle hums, a gentle lullaby that waits in the margins of my notebook—quiet, sharp, and ready to be written when the time is right.