Next birthday, then. [ And he mirrors something she once told him, softer now as he accepts her tea and waits patiently for her to return after she goes to serve Claudia. ] And the next after that.

[ His eyes follow her the whole time, and should she look back, she'll find him gently smiling in admiration. A look that hasn't left his face for long today.

She's done a lot. She's successfully harnessed the power of Materia, and even got to learn about constellations he's shared with her from his world. It was a productive and, if he believes her words? A happy day. ]

Bet she would. I remember seeing a bag of imported tea blend from Wutai in the cupboard once as a kid.

[ He never tried it, but if their flavors and aesthetic was anything like Inazuma's, let alone Nippon, he bets it may have been familiar. ]

No one makes it like you, though.