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Yaozu	It's morning, though not so early as to be still dark. Dawn's array of colours have streaked across the sky, giving forth the promise of a day that will have fair weather. The grass has a bit of dampess to it, dew that had settled overnight. Yaozu had awakened early, which isn't a strange thing in and of itself. He created a bento box of breakfast and thermos of tea for himself, and with them in hand, he had set of to go exploring. And that exploration had led him to the waterfront. He often finds his way to the water, even though the water is something of a dark fascination for him. He knows what the water is capable of doing. He wears a set of traditional Chinese robes, and for today they're a pale blue shade. The trim around the wide long sleeves are black, and the inner robe is also black. His black hair is left loose and free, falling lightly over his back. He sits on the ground, sort of kneeling and yet sort of not, given his physiology. His hands rest lightly within his lap with his right hand resting atop of his left. The thermos and bento box sit on the ground next to him, closed, the latter having a pair of black chopsticks resting atop of it. The chopsticks have white and gold Asian dragons painted on the ends of them.
Jean Grey	Sometimes it's nice to enjoy the sunrise in a place that one doesn't usually visit. Jean Grey has been to this place a time or two, but not often, and not recently. Typically, she doesn't have a lot of time to stop and smell the roses, as it were. But today, she had decided to take that time. And had coupled the trip with a jog. It's a lovely place, afterall. Done with her jog already by this point, Jean returns to her car for the small breakfast she'd brought for herself. It's in a plain sort of plastic box in a dark shade of blue. Dressed still in her jogging attire, sweatpants and shirt of purple and grey, and jogging shoes of white, her hair pulled back into a loose tail, the redhead moves across the park. Her general direction seems to be going toward Yaozu, but at a slight angle. Soon, it becomes obvious that the redhead means to go sit down on the beach to eat her breakfast staring out over the surf that can be seen from here.
Yaozu	With his gaze lifted to the sky, Yaozu watches the colours of the dawn as they start to fade. The long sleeves of his robes are, at least this time, not being used to hide either of his hands as he so often does. His feathery ear tufts are lifted, and the rest of his feathers are slightly fluffed. He's relaxed and at ease, comfortable. The bento box and the thermos that sit next to him are made of bamboo and a matte finished black metal. His gaze falls to the water, the rippling surface of it as it reflects the dying colours of the sunrise. Softly, Yaozu shifts his wings a touch, and then he closes his eyes before stretching his wings out to either side. He keeps them held open and out for a long moment before he neatly folds them to his back oce more. It takes him a moment before he opens his eyes again, and then he reaches out to pick up the thermos of tea. He unscrews the cup from the top of it, holding it easily in his right hand. He can hear the woman who approaches, who heads somewhat towards him but not quite. "Would you care for some tea?" he offers in a soft tone. A moment later, he turns his head to look towards her, his head tilting just a touch to one side as he watches her.
Jean Grey	Jean Grey spares a single glance for the avian in the robes. She seems neither surprised nor shocked at his appearance. Instead, she looks ahead again and continues toward the sandy shore. She is just about to step past him when his offer comes. She is not surprised by this either. His intention had been there before the words were ever spoken. She pauses and gives him another glance. "I would love some tea," she says, and turns to walk the last few steps to him instead of the spot she'd been considering. She settles to the sand next to him. "Would you care for a bagel?"
Yaozu	A small smile barely parts his beak as he watches her shift in order to start to approach him. He shifts the cup held in his right hand, and then he settles it to his lap before he remove the inner cap of the thermos. This is then set aside, and he picks up the cup before pouring it full of steaming tea. He offers this to her then. "It is silver needle tea," he explains, his voice soft. For this morning, his mind is relatively calm, yet there are certain amounts of darkness lurking within it. He tilts his head to one side at her offer of the bagel, a flicker of curiosity showing in his eyes. "I have never tried a bagel before. I have not tried a great many American foods," he says, a slight sheepish tone to his voice. "I have a bento box of food. A Japanese breakfast. We could share?" he offers. There is only a slight accent to his voice, an Asian one, though it could likely be attributed to either Japanese or Chinese in heritage. Which makes sense, given that his heritage is mixed. "My name is Lin Yaozu," he offers by way of introducing himself.
Jean Grey	"Silver needle tea? I haven't had that before. Is it any good?" His admission of not having had a bagel before brings a quick smile to Jean's face. "They're best with cream cheese and jam on them. I have both, as it happens. Do you like raspberries?" She opens the box and reveals within several bagels, a butter knife, and small containers of cream cheese and raspberry jam. She looks curiously at his box and nods. "Sharing sounds good. I have only had Japanese food a few times." For herself, Jean doesn't have much of an accent beyond the typical 'American' one would expect. It isn't even very 'New York-y'. "Jean Grey," she rplies to the greeting. "Pleasure to meet you, Lin. You can call me Jean."
Yaozu	"Yes. It is a Chinese variety of tea. I buy it in Chinatown," Yaozu explains, giving a small nod to her. "It is very good. It is my second favourite variety, besides a blend that Jin Xian makes for me," he says. He tilts his head a bit to one side at her explanation, a touch of curiosity reflecting in his hazel eyes. "That sounds like an interesting combination of things to put together," he says softly, his tone thoughtful. "Yes, I do like raspberries," he adds, giving a small nod to her. "I grew up with it, so I make it regularly," Yaozu says, about Japanese food. He sets the thermos aside, then reaches to the bento box to pick it up in order to open it. There is a lidded bowl of dashi, edamame mixed rice, rolled omelette, strips of a yam cake, a tuna rice bowl, some pickled cucumbers cut in strips and pickled daikon radishes. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Jean," he says softly, his tone sincere. His chin ducks just a touch. "You can call me Yaozu," he offers. He isn't bothered by the fact that she called him Lin -- names work differently here than in his native country.