Yeah...then again, it'd be really awkward sitting in silence there, huh.

[ It shows how much he knows. The church that he lived in was really small. The size of an ordinary house, albeit taller for the bell to ring, of course. Has he set foot in a church ever since? On his travels between Hierarchical Cities or while keeping a low profile? If he has, he certainly couldn't stick around for long if there was a wanted poster that happened to be on a board.

As Hilda scoots ahead of him, he blinks down at her in surprise when she already starts to move some glasses and mugs out of his way. He didn't expect her to take a proactive approach like this, but with a sigh through his nose, his lips do lift up with a short smile. ]

Thanks.

[ Sure enough, at the far back is an unsuspecting white mug, with what appears to be a layer of paint covering one side. It's smooth to the touch, but the marking is there as if to cover up something that he didn't want to see. WORLD'S BEST BIG BROTHER didn't sit well with the Grim Reaper, did it? But now, it's just a convenient tool. ]

I gotta be the one say it, but this'll make anything you want. Turns out even complicated stuff.

[ She said tea, but...the offer's on the table. Literally. Waiting to be spoken for. ]