Calvin
*If this "Shawn the Umbreon," Was in the same situation feeling the opposite of Sora here, chances are good that they would be in control of their emotions right about now.*
*Sora stepped back in shock, her eyes fixated on Stella as she begins to process what exactly it was she just said.*

*Someone you hold dear was ever just a friend...? Could that have meant who she thought it did? Did Stella know what had happened between them, or was she just overreacting? That was always a possibility.*

*And yet, what she said next felt like it lined up too well to be a coincidence.*

"Um..." *Sora barely had the courage to muster up her words. But she knew she had to come up with something as to not be suspicious.* "Maybe a bit different than I do right now."

*Just in case that really did turn out to be an empty guess, the Sylveon decided to go along. But if she moved on track about the one she held dear, Sora was starting to wonder how to respond to the Xatu.*

*What could she have said regarding her past, exactly? Would Stella really have understood the truth? That despite letting her rage take control, it was only for her own defense?*

*It was a terrifying thought. And all Sora could do was wait to see how this world's conversation moved forward.*
John
*Stella, oddly enough, didn't have much to say.* "Hm.

"You aren't very talkative."

*She walked back behind the counter and tapped the cup of tea she had set out for Sora.* "Your tea."

*After standing behind her counter and hunching over it, she stared the Sylveon down again.* "Deep in thought, hon? Didn't say nothin' to upset you, did I?"
Calvin
"Huh?" *The Sylveon subtly shakes her head, as if to snap out of a trance. It takes her a moment to realize what Stella had said, but quickly replies once she does.* "Oh... No, you didn't."

*Sora takes a deep sigh, calming herself down. Maybe it was just a lucky guess. Either that, or Stella didn't want to talk about it as much as she did.*

*Eventually, Sora points to the cup of tea set out on the counter for her with her ribbon.*
"That's for me?" *She asks, having had no idea it was being made for her.*
John
*Stella tapped the cup closer to the edge.* "Well, I didn't make it for the walls, now did I?" *A feathered arm reached out and rubbed Sora's head.* "Why, why else did you slap down your money?"

*With a raise of her pipe,*
 *And a drag of her smoke,*
*She coughed and coughed a small storm.*

"I swear, something about being a psychic makes it harder to breathe. Like..." *She took another huff from the pipe, then blowing a few clouds up from the hole.* "... I dunno, I feel different to when I was a kid. It's harder to catch my breath."
Calvin
*Stella made a good point with the money. Though, as far as Sora was aware, she wasn't sure if it was enough for anything around here. She thought it was a simple tip alongside the eventual service she was going to offer.*

*But it was nice, seeing the tea there for her. As she gripped the handle of the cup with her ribbon, Sora took a nice, long drink of the tea.*

*Simply put, it was bliss. It was hard for Sora to describe what she felt drinking it exactly, because it was unlike anything she had ever tasted before.*
"Thank you." *She says after putting down the cup. There was still some tea remaining in it, but rest assured, she would get back to it later.*
"I think I needed this."

*As for Stella's breathing problems...*
"Maybe it's the pipe?"

*Sora shrugged, as she wasn't sure if that was actually the source. Maybe it was just something psychics had to deal with, but it was probably a good idea to point it out anyway.*
John
*Stella thought on the suggestion for a moment.*

"Nah."

*She puffed it a bit more.*

"Maybe it's the energy of this room."

*Another.*

"Mm."

*She blew a plume of smoke into the air.*

"Maybe one of the planets are in retrograde."

*Ash tipped onto the floor. She snuffed it out with her foot.*

"You know.
 There's one thing you can do for me.
It's real simple.
 Think you can clean the roof tomorrow?"
*She pointed her pipe up at the glass dome on the ceiling.*
"I got a, uh. Ladder." *She spaced out.* "Or I could just teleport you there."