Zards, Amaya hoped this was still not talking about what this was about, because if not, then...yikes.

She smirked a little, though, throwing it over her shoulder as she headed toward the door and for the kitchen. "Shame you're not a bigger fan of coffee," she noted. "If you think my tea's good, then a cup of that stuff'll really knock your socks off."

Or peel paint.

Well. Fjord seemed to like it well enough, anyway...