In response to being called cute, one corner of the cloak's pointy collar curled up and made a tiny fist pump motion. Strange closed his eyes and letting out a long suffering sigh. He seemed to recover well though, and didn't berate the cloak again. He took a seat across from Hope and set the package on the table so Hope could reach it. Then he folded his hands together on the table.
"Longjing. The greener the better. I'll try that, thank you." He sighed and looked a little apologetic. "I know tea's supposed to be for relaxation and contemplation. I'm sorry to burden you. But with this world being at risk, it was important to speak with you about your part in it all."