"Of course."  Abandoning her ritual, Zakuro hurried over to the kitchen area.  Her quick hands gathered a kettle, a tin of loose leaf tea, two mugs, two tea strainers, and a jar of rock sugar.  A bit of magic heated the water instantly, and as she prepared one mug with her hands, her magic prepared the second one at the same time.
"Here.  Mint for the young one, and something a bit stronger for you, Xeron-san."  Zakuro knelt and handed the tea to the boy.  She was overly protective of young ones.  "May I have your name, kit?"