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[lamb_of_gold]

[It does not often snow in Tibet. Mu has dragged a bar stool to the door of the bar, open, and parked himself in the entranceway, with a large clay mug of butter tea on his lap and an entire churn of it resting by the foot of the stool. He seems content and oddly amused to watch the snow fall.]

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[lamb_of_gold]

It's Tibetan.

[he gestures downwards to the churn]

If you can find a cup, you're welcome to some.

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

All right! [Goes over to rummage around the bar and eventually does find a chipped glass that he brings back.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu has quietly picked up the churn in the meantime, and when Shun returns with his cup, Mu pours him a few mouthfulls first to try]

There you are.