[Quatre had been surprised by the amount of tea and happily looked it over, out of curiosity, and the desire to see just what Edgeworth had. Turns out, it was a variety of teas to cover almost any taste.

A few minutes to himself and he had a cup of Masala chai in his hands, warning him considerably from the cold that he still had trouble getting used to, perhaps out a sheer stubborn refusal to.]