[A ribbon of steam unfurls from the mouth of a teapot lying on the counter, and Kid sets down one cup, then another.]

You. [Clunk.] And I. [He takes up the teapot and begins filling each with strong, fragrant black tea.]

Should treat Maka to dinner. I'm going to select some candles and flowers for the occasion. If I could have your help in preparing her a meal...

[Kid slides one of the cups over to him.] ...are you following? Or shall I wait until you've had some tea.