Blackwell let out a soft hum, his tense expression relaxing significantly.
Arthur continued with a smile, "He said every time you'd squat by the tea barrel and rummage for ages, insisting on picking the most broken bits, and said that as soon as you got paid, you'd buy a small bag of dried orange peel from him."
"Indeed!" Blackwell's eyes filled with a look of reminiscence, "Because adding that could mask the medicinal taste in the tea... It was so cold back then, having a bit before bed could also warm the stomach."
Arthur nodded, "You seemed much more spirited back then than now."
"Perhaps," Blackwell chuckled wryly, "After all, back then, the Russians always regarded me as some kind of big shot."
