Yussa makes a gesture at the kettle to start it heating up again and he takes the lid off of one of the file boxes. He searches through it carefully before he produces another mug. This he sets on the desk, near a small tray with what looks like sugar, honey, and a small bowl of sliced lemons. Condensation on a small earthenware container with a lid suggests something cold inside - possibly cream or milk. From a desk in the drawer, he produces a small wooden box, filled with unlabeled but fragrant bags of tea.

The flurry of energy calms as steam blows out of the spout of the kettle. He pours the hot water and leaves the cup near the box of tea and tray. He'll let Caleb fix it how he likes.

"Sit, please," he says with a gesture at one of the chairs. He intends to replace those as soon as he can, they look uncomfortable. For his part, rather than sitting behind the desk, Yussa leans back against it, remaining on the same side as Caleb.