[ oh boy, handmade parfaits from a cute young lady. truly, he is the luckiest sensei. Enthusiastically nodding to her, he simply leads her to one of the pod-like structures in the room, tapping on it so that it opens up to reveal one of the table settings. Sitting down there is a bit of a tight squeeze for him, but he makes it work. He's squishy. ]

Fufufu. Perhaps for you. This is much more easygoing and slow-paced than my home life was. [ there's less threat of murder, for one thing. As he extends a tentacle to set her teacup down in front of her, he realizes he's going to have to explain that whole assassintion thing to her for his story to really make sense, and he wonders just how much of it he should divulge... He's been rather enjoying playing at living a normal life down here, but it feels wrong, somehow. (Like he doesn't deserve it, maybe...?) ] Here you go. I haven't tried it before, but I think that this should mimic the taste of real tea fairly well. I dried and crushed some varieties of kelp growing around the base.