[no probably about it, Rachel is definitely ten years Luka's junior. Maybe even eleven depending on how their birthdays shake out but that's beside the point.

Rachel brushes her hair behind herself idly as she puts the milk in the tea - a slight amount, since of course too much would distract from the taste of the tea. That's how peasants drink their tea, to block out the fact that their tea is terrible - her tea is high class and perfect and therefore needs no covering up.

And my, look at that hair move. Also, for hanging off her like that, the nightgown doesn't cover nearly as much as it should, ending somewhere far above her knee.]

It's very tiring, but I enjoy it all the same. [She enjoys the attention, at least - she could take or leave the singing and dancing and all that, but all that attention. The photoshoots, the fans, the posters and billboards of her... she's someone who very much enjoys that, at least.

She sets the tea cups down on the table, one for Luka and one for herself, and sits politely down in her seat. She even drinks with her pinkie out jfc.]

Of course, I imagine I'll get used to the flow of it eventually. I've only been an idol for... my, five months, now?