Hannibal smiled , looking around the shop quickly. The place was posh, decorated quite to his tastes, with beautiful decor and fancy looking tea boxes and accessories. “I said I would.” Hannibal says. “Very nice setup you got here.” He leans against the counter. “What would you suggest? Gimmie the best blend in the joint.”
Conjuring a second teacup, he poured an opalescence from the third spout for himself before shrinking the Teapot back down to pendant size. “For those who ask it, and those who need it,” The Teaseller explained with a slight shrug, sipping his own tea. Smiling again, he added, “I’m glad you enjoy yours.”
Hannibal grinned. The man was all about theatrics, which he could appreciate. “Well I’m sure you’ll do just fine around here, people love this kinda shit. All smoke and mirrors, though I doubt you need any slight of hand to help with your display..” He looks at the pendant, shaking his head.
"I do have some skill at sleight-of-hand, actually," he replied with a hint of amusement. "There’s only so much within my ability. But yes, I have been doing well." He paused for another sip of tea. "Though to be honest, yours is the first custom blend I’ve served since I arrived. I’m glad the unplanned jump had no ill effects."