Eva's eyed Mami a few times over the course of the meeting; she's always had keen eyes for the dead, and for the sort of forces that keep them in control of a body. But it's the tea that draws her over. It smells right. Not quite as common as you'd think.

"Not bad." Is her verdict. Though what Mami makes of some kid taking it upon herself to deliver judgment on her tea is another matter entirely.

"Ever performed tea ceremony?"