Zephyr's pretty quiet for most of the process of getting them settled, shoulders slouched, casually assessing their surroundings. He's not quite at the relaxed stage, but he nods an appreciative thanks when the Fool pours his tea, leans in to prop his elbows on the table and wrap his hands around the tea.

And then thank whatever deity happens to be listening he wasn't actually drinking any of it.

"I mean, we're roommates." This after just a touch too long to be actually casual. Zephyr quirks an eyebrow right back. "Wouldn't move in with someone I didn't like."