"Oh," Oh, Idia can get that... he hates when his tea goes cold, but he has an easier solution to that. A moment of fidgeting with his fingers, considering if to do so or not, before Idia waved a finger in the direction of Yondu's coffee, a fine circle of fire wrapping around it and slowly rotating around the cup.
"It works better on beakers, so will take some time to transfer through the ceramic." That's why he likes the beakers in the Lab Car, easy to make tea without having to leave the room. Now if only he could get snacks so easily.
This does however leave Idia having to wait for this, and with Yondu's offer... which he really doesn't want to take. It's not because it's Yondu, it's because it's anyone. However... he can't really leave after he basically said he would heat this drink up, can he... and he guesses he's taking up room on the path to walk down the carriage. Ehhhhh! Fine... Idia's shoulders slumping as he scooted himself into the other side of the bench, managing to get one of his long legs up to rest his foot on the seat and hugging his leg to his chest. "Physically? Fine." Emotionally and mentally is another situation.
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"Oh," Oh, Idia can get that... he hates when his tea goes cold, but he has an easier solution to that. A moment of fidgeting with his fingers, considering if to do so or not, before Idia waved a finger in the direction of Yondu's coffee, a fine circle of fire wrapping around it and slowly rotating around the cup.
"It works better on beakers, so will take some time to transfer through the ceramic." That's why he likes the beakers in the Lab Car, easy to make tea without having to leave the room. Now if only he could get snacks so easily.
This does however leave Idia having to wait for this, and with Yondu's offer... which he really doesn't want to take. It's not because it's Yondu, it's because it's anyone. However... he can't really leave after he basically said he would heat this drink up, can he... and he guesses he's taking up room on the path to walk down the carriage. Ehhhhh! Fine... Idia's shoulders slumping as he scooted himself into the other side of the bench, managing to get one of his long legs up to rest his foot on the seat and hugging his leg to his chest. "Physically? Fine." Emotionally and mentally is another situation.