Caleb follows that implicit instruction, shutting the door to Yussa's office behind him. "Ja, tea would be good. Thank you."

Glancing around the room, he wonders what it will look like when Yussa is more settled in. Having been in his home and gotten a sense of his taste that way, he thinks he has a pretty good idea.

But tea apparently was a priority. Given the abandoned cups he'd noticed last night, this doesn't come as a surprise. It's...cute, honestly.

Posture still tense, he hovers near Yussa's desk--or maybe he should call him Professor Errenis? One of a few things he hopes will be clear by the end of this conversation.