[There's a mild hum of approval at that. Diluc does not judge those who drink too heavily, assuming they don't drink to excess, but there is something so pleasant about sharing a cup of tea with someone.]

All right. Come through to the kitchen, then. I'd be a terrible host if I left you sitting in here by yourself.

[He smiles faintly as he gestures to the door.]

Do you have any preferences? I keep a few different blends in the house.