"I don't know, if even Toshiko-san can withstand all that smoke, we can tolerate this amount with no trouble," commented a teenage-looking young man, carrying a small tray with several teacups into the room. His small glasses dully reflected the light in the room as he set it on a nearby table, "not to mention, this is quite idyllic compared to my normal duties.

Said normal duties for this particular butler included the constant fending off of his true employer's advances, guarding her from the numerous enemies she seemed to collect on a whim, and having to deal with said whims of hers. The latest of which being 'you're a detective now! Come back when you can out-Sherlock someone!" And while Tomoya Kurosaki had noted how strange it was that she ordered him to do something that involved him not sticking to her like a conjoined twin... it was kind of hard to pass up the opportunity for a small break.

"However, if the stale smoke dissatisfies you, allow me to take your mind of it," Tomoya offered, a kind, flirtatious smile on his lips as he produced a flask from within his tailcoat jacket, swiftly pouring tea into a cup. He held said cup out to Etsuko, continuing with a barely-contained, boastful tone, "My tea is known to help consumers momentarily achieve a state of true Nirvana with its perfection. Perhaps that is a [i]slight[/i] exaggeration, but rest assured, this can help you, no matter your mood.

Tomoya was apparently of the opinion that there was nothing better than tea, especially his own brew. While he was certainly awesome at making the stuff... it was still tea, after all.