Danny padded in after her with a far softer smile. He appreciated the lack of rebuke, the way she searched for tea even while questioning his choice. He felt at home - a rare enough feeling for someone such as himself.
"I didn't wake you up, did I?" He asked as he followed her into the kitchen. He filled the kettle without being asked to, and set it on the burner. He turned then, leaning against the counter to watch her get a mug.
"In K'un Lun one of the earliest things I was taught was to pour tea blindfolded. You can hear the temperature of the water, how full the mug becomes. I probably still remember how..." He raised his shoulder in a small shrug as he cast the memory away. "Coffee just never quite - I drink it with too much cream. Better to stick with tea, and suffer your judgement, Kate."
He nudged her gently, a small tap of his shoe to her calf.