This really would be the perfect occasion to have hot cocoa, but they make due with what they have. Instead, Roland rummages around, looking at the dried herbs and pantry staples that are in constant supply. Cinnamon's in stock, which would go well with both...right? He takes the chance; drops a stick each in the hot water with Taiki's tea, then in the softly bubbling milk in the pan. The smell is aromatic and warm.

He speaks while multitasking, his smile dropping a tad when the conversation turns to those who have come and gone. Such is the inevitable during days like this.

"I'm sorry about Feanor," he says, a touch regretfully. Come to think of it, Roland's never seen Taiki's art depicting people before. He starts pouring in the tea in a cup. "Did you know about the memorial wall? It's a good place to share your talents...and to honor your friends."