"Peppermint it is," Harry replied, fixing up a nice strong cuppa for Bastian. He took it out to the wizard with a smile. "Eat up, I'll be right out." He said, going back into the kitchen to make himself a cup of English breakfast, sliding the rest of the food onto a plate and carrying everything out to the living room. He sat on the couch, a foot tucked underneath him as he tucked into his food.