[Masters and Padawans and Temples, all of this is reminding her a lot of the hanging arcanium. One of her favorite places that they'd visited during their long, long journey. She picks up the cup and lets it sit for a moment, watching the petals swirl and the heat from the cup warm her hands.]

That's fortunate, to have three of you here. I haven't yet met anyone from my world yet, although that's just as well-

[She punctuates that with a sip of the tea. A half beat and lips press together in an expression that isn't unpleasant, but surprised. She swallows.]

Damn, this tea slaps.