[ Now wait a minute. That sounds like -- ]

Ah, Yesod. So nice to see -- or rather, to hear from you.

[ He sets the cup down a little too hastily, and it lands upon its saucer with a small "clink." That wasn't a teacup in his hand. Nope. And he definitely didn't drink any of that suspicious blue tea.

Yesod's nothing more than a dark purple blur against a verdant green backdrop.

He grins crookedly at his old coworker, knowing the exact sort of scene Yesod had just stumbled upon. ]

Let's keep this between us, shall we? I suppose sometimes even I find myself wishing for a cup of tea over some coffee.