"I dunno, without an absurdly dumb looking cape? It just wouldn't be the same." Kitty teased, smiling. "I did beat you pretty well, huh? But I guess I'll drag you along anyway." She shrugged, smiling as he got comfortable. She poured the water into two cups as it came to a boil, grabbing some sugar for herself. "Do you like anything in your tea?" She called over her shoulder, stirring her sugar in.

He gasped. "My cape is amazing I don't know what you're talking about." His accent seemed particularly honed in that sentence. He snickered, he would prefer to be out and about rather than penned up, marriage will do that to you. He looked slightly confused at her question. "You can put stuff in tea?" He squirmed in his seat slightly.

"I mean- your stunning, glorious cape." Kitty corrected sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him. She glanced over her shoulder at the question and nodded. "Well, yeah." She said, confused. "Sugar, usually. I actually think that's all I have. You don't put anything in your tea?" She asked lightly.

He looked away, keeping his offended look as long as he could muster. He looked at her hands for a moment. "I just ..have tea." He scratched the back of his head, feeling a little shy again. "If you want to you can, I doubt you can deter me from tea." He smiled slightly.

Kitty smiled and tilted her head at him as the slight embarrassment crossed his features. "Alright. How about this, try mine, and if you like it, you like it. If you don't, no harm, no foul." She shrugged, grabbing her cup and walking over to him, offering it gently.

He glanced away from her for a moment, she seemed like she hadn't changed, but it was still so different. Probably because of him. "Fineee, we'll see if I like my tea bitter or something." He gently took her tea, turning her cup slightly from where it was, he took a sip. "..oh." He gave it back to her. "That is ..quite nice actually." He looked a little awed.

"Don't sound so excited." Kitty smiled, leaning over to back of the couch he was on. She raised her eyebrows at his reaction, chuckling and putting the cup back in his hands. "Did you think I'd give you something bad?" She teased, smiling. "Keep that one." She said lightly, walking back to the other cup of tea and putting sugar in it to her liking.

He glared at her. "I never said you would I just mever said we would have the same taste in tea." He mocked her, finding a posh tone of voice. He smiled up at her. "Thank you," he sipped on the tea some more, he might have to start brewing tea differently. "When is this festival supposed to begin?" He asked genuinely.

"In so many words." She huffed playfully, walking over and taking a sip of her tea. "Yeah, any time." She settled on the couch beside him and glanced at her bookshelves.

Knowing me I'd have been licking the tea like a cat taking a drink))

He scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. He had the cup resting in his lap. He glanced around her house. "I must admit I've never actually been to a festival, I've always been stuck in formals." He smiled, turned to her.