[ The Ring-Spirit briefly raises his eyebrows, impressed by the array. ]

You went all-out.

Hm... well, I don't usually drink liquor, but I suppose now would be the time for it if I'm ever going to...

[ He moves one long finger between the various containers as he considers which to go for. ]

...Might as well start with the tea for now though.

You have any preference yourself? I'm assuming you plan to stick around for a cup or two.

[ He looks around and locates a nearby ottoman to drag over to her chosen table, thinking it might be easier for Saint-Germain to sit on then a regular-style chair.

Kul Elna meanwhile weaves around the room, wailing softly to themselves. ]