Well done with that dainty sip, Kenzi. Jefferson totally approves-- even if she did ruin her tea with so much milk and sugar. It's almost offensive, really... But then, she offers him a piece of cookie, and that seems to smooth his ruffled feathers.

(Look, he owns a tea shop. HE TAKES TEA SERIOUSLY.)

So he accepts the offered bit of cookie with a small, thankful smile.

"I did the same," he admits. "I grabbed the first robe I could find and wandered out into the streets." And looked positively... eccentric.

He looks a little chagrined at Kenzi's question, and stalls for a moment by popping the cookie into his mouth.

"Um. No. It was my fault. Apparently."