The tea isn't anything terribly fancy, just something light and fragrant he'd found went good with ice cream.

Koumyou spends a moment teasing out some of the tiny knots and snags already forming in his half-dried mass of hair. But once there's ice cream in play, he sets the comb down on the table in favor of trying a spoon full of honey-and-ice-cream.

"That's kind of weird," he pronounces after a moment of thought, "but I like it? Is this how you eat ice cream where you're from?"