[He has a pretty decent selection of tea, for someone who doesn't drink a lot of it (thanks, Eichi), and he fills a pot with leaves without getting Lucretia's input because he knows her tastes like the back of his hand.

When she laughs, something loosens in his chest.]

I'm rad as hell, that's how it panned out. [But no, he leans against the counter and smiles, a little fond.] She's from a pretty fucked up world, I think she appreciated someone who didn't treat her with kid gloves just cause she's young, you know?