"There’s tea on the table if you’d like some." She calls, trotting up her stairs to pack a bag.
He rose an eyebrow at her offer, thinking it a good pass time while he waited. Snapping his talon-like fingers, he summoned a cup to his grasp, already filled with the hot tea. “I heard it might be cold,” he mused, loud enough for her to hopefully hear before taking a sip from the cup.