Well, he supposed he'd been called worse things, and it sounded like things were under control--frankly he was sort of impressed with the way she handled that Centaur lady who'd usually only talk to him and wouldn't even come in on days he wasn't there--so he kept on sipping at the tea until she came back, at which point he'd ask her what the heck was going on.
But then she was back and his tea was miraculously filled again and there were biscuits. Biscuits! And it smelled like paprika again. And was that... Brownies?
Wait. No. This was insane.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Mircea said, setting the mug down and pushing his chair back from the table. "Hold up. Who are you?"