"Here, I'm sure we can find a café that's still open."

There is one--albeit, not as nice a cafe as Die Rosa Tulpe is. Was. The Fool firmly forces those thoughts away and instead takes a seat near a window, and thanks the server who delivers to them a warm pot of spiced tea and two mugs. He gathers up the pot and pours one for himself, and then for Zephyr.

"You and X appear quite close."

Right for the jugular, eh Fool? There's a nosy, whimsical glitter in his eye as he looks back at his friend.