Devin gives X a bemused look over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow. "I think I would lose my citizenship if I served tea with slime," he remarks, placing the kettle on the stove and turning on the heat. "I assume there's a story in there somewhere."

Which could easily provide a distraction from the thorny subject of this meeting. He knows deflection is his first instinct.

"I did wonder if you would be able to... sort that out," Devin continues after a moment, referring to the aforementioned feelings. His back is to X as he collects mugs and measures out tea leaves. "Given that I hadn't really done that for myself when you read me."