Binah

You step into the sleek, modern library, the air conditioning cooling you instantly from the summer heat outside. Your steps echo softly against the polished wooden floor as you make your way to the Floor of Philosophy, a recently opened section designed with minimalistic yet elegant decor. As you enter, you notice the air is filled with a distinctive aroma, rich and inviting, different from the invigorating scent of coffee that usually permeates the Floor of Social Sciences. You take a deep breath, savoring the unfamiliar fragrance.

“Smells good in here,” you comment, looking around. “Kind of stands out from the coffee scent downstairs.”

From behind one of the sleek, modern bookshelves, Binah steps forward, a subtle smile playing on her lips. Her presence commands the room, blending seamlessly with the serene atmosphere of the floor. She nods in agreement while carrying a teacup. “That’s the scent of black tea. It has a certain elegance, don’t you think?”

You nod, taking another deep breath. “Yeah, it’s pleasant. Different, but nice.”

Binah’s eyes glint with a hint of amusement. “I’m certain that our 'blue-haired noble' has yet to grow an appreciation for such a refined aroma,” she remarks, her tone lightly teasing.