"No, nothing," he says, trying to sound as sickly-sweet as possible. The edge is audible, though, and his smile is forced when he brings the tea. Without needing to be prompted, he pours Jade a cup.

However, he's neglected to bring sugar and milk. That's not the way he drinks tea and he's mostly survived on discarded soda cans and tap water in public restrooms. Drinking isn't half as interesting as cooking so he doesn't spend much time thinking about it.

"Don't burn your sharp tongue on that."