"Kitchen, if you don't mind. I might get less shy about it, but not today." He took the mug into his hands and walked towards the kitchen. Once there, he took a seat, smiling up at her. "Things have been going a lot better. The tea helps. I did forget to drink it one night, and that wasn't a very pleasant night, but that's not a big thing. Just to keep you updated. I'm just wondering, how often does history repeat itself? I mean... stories. I was thinking maybe at first, it was reincarnation, but I doubt that, due to statistical improbability and our personalities aren't the same, but... Wow, I'm rambling again."