"Coffee itself isn't that bad. It's all of the strange coffee-like drinks that I really don't understand," Giles said to her. "Besides, I really don't trust a coffee shop in Cleveland to make tea properly." Their regular coffee was fine enough, though. Besides, why would a coffee shop really know how to make a decent cup of tea? It wasn't like it was a tea shop, after all.
Still, no matter. He could always make tea for himself at home, anyway. Or for him and Willow at another time. She usually did like his tea, anyway. Buffy never really saw the point in tea drinking, and he didn't remember Xander really getting it, either. "If I make you tea later, will that make you feel better?" he asked her. Even if he wasn't the same person who had once watched over them in Sunnydale, he could at least fit into parts of it by making tea for her.
"I'm settling in just fine," Giles told her. "It's a little odd to be living in a hotel, but I'm getting used to it." It didn't really feel like he had his own space there. Sure, it was a little nice to be cleaned up after, but even that sort of felt like a privacy invasion of sorts. He might start looking into apartment prices around here. None of them should have to live out of a hotel forever, after all.
"Willow, what is going on here? I have to ask. I feel that I should have come sooner here instead of waiting for two months of no contact to come, but I do want to be caught up on everything that's going on." He'd rather not have another meeting that showed just how behind he really was, being told that Angel had gotten his soul back when he didn't even realize the vampire had lost it to begin with.