Sam poured out tea for Loren, something dark and bitter smelling, with a more refined note beneath; not his personal favourite but one that was nice on long winter evenings. "I wish I didn't like sweets. It's always been a weakness. Though...I suppose it doesn't really matter." He could hardly gain weight or rot on his teeth, so ultimately it was probably the best circumstance in which to have a sweet tooth.
"Oh, well-" Both cups poured Sam leaned back in his chair and Mia quickly came to leap on his legs and curl up; his hand automatically began to stroke through her fur. "-Most won't be able to taste it. After Remi's patch, though, I can...and I like the ritual of it. The steeping, pouring...and it's warm. It's always been a comfort." He'd never been one to give up something pleasant once he found it - even in all the years before he'd been able to taste, he had always enjoyed a cup of tea.
Taking a sip he looked over the cup at Loren. "Do you have any vices?"
