He chuckles a little. “I’ll make it for you some time, if you want.”

And he can’t resist making a little bit of a face at the idea of an event being made of him going to try a dish at a restaurant with his name on it. But of course they would, and he’s pretty sure he can handle it. Especially if he manages to recruit someone to go with him. “Give me a warning, if you do,” he teases.

When she stands, he tilts his head in acknowledgement, smiling slightly. “Thanks, Azula. I’m heading there in just a few minutes, I think the tea helped.”

The tea, and the reminder that he’s got people willing to support him, even if it’s a support he’d never thought he’d need.