Having always been in the mortal world--that was the thing about being one of the undead, there wasn't really a home world to escape to--mortal food was really the only food Mircea had known. Clearly he was sharp enough to realize that when the tea and biscuits appeared from thin air that they were magical, but he wasn't sure how. How magical that is. What they'd do to him. And the fact that she was snacking on one of the biscuits didn't ease this wariness at all--particularly because she'd been the one to conjure them--but, his curiosity was getting the best of him.
They were right in front of him. They smelled divine--was that lemon? And, he reasoned, it couldn't kill him, right? Unless they were suddenly going to turn into a plate of stakes or were made of silver or something.
"The tea? It's very nice, but... Why?" Questions were hard at the moment. He was still having a bit of a time wrapping his head around this whole thing. But he pulled his chair back in and reached for one of the biscuits. "Uh, alright Shara. Nice to meet you?" He guessed. "I'm Mircea. Now. Where did you come from?"