[ Don't worry about, Red Gaze. There most certainly won't ever be a time where the two of them are in the same room and can't afford to act like a pair of children in polite company.

The red from the other's mouth turns Argalia's own up on one side and he laughs softly, resting his cheek in his hand as the perpetual noise that accompanies him, the symphonic white noise that plays for an audience of one, begins to soften further, further, further. It's aggravating, actually. Lower tones, he knows, are more easily heard, and that's a saving grace right now. ]

A side-effect, I'd think, from our innocent drinks here. If there was a fifty-fifty chance of it happening, you ended up on the losing side. I wonder if you can die from it?

[ An idle musing, though his eyes glance about and land on the ivy-ridden shelves not too far away. He'd looked at it before he sat down, and there'd been something interesting about it... but the packets hadn't been tea leaves, so the mystery of where the tea had come from remained unsolved. ]