Glancing in the direction that Mona indicated, Kit nodded shortly before following her over to the table. The faint scents he had noted in the air while lurking now seemed to burst into life; a caciphony of strong smells that didn't really go together but somehow still seemed to work somehow.
At the question, a ghost of a smile tugged at Kit's lips. "Not in this lifetime," he said, though he gave no more specifics. He suspected that Mona hadn't yet figured out what sort of creature she was dealing with. "I actually really love cinnamon. Vanilla too." The offhanded addition to his comment garnered a faint smirk, as he was certain the smell was coming from Mona and not the pot of brewing tea before them.