He follows her lead, picking fruits, eggs, butter for the croissant - some things that seemed vaguely familiar to him but he's not entirely certain it's something that he normally eats. He sets his plate down and watches as she goes off to retrieve a kettle. He actually smiles a bit at the idea of tea.

"It is, but I appreciate your help." He grabs his own cup. "Tea would be lovely, actually."

Tea felt right.

"The room is nice at least." The clothing he could do without but he supposes it made sense for the desert. At least it aligned with what he thought he normally would wear. "I'm not sure I trust the fact that I am a guest here, though." A pause. "I probably shouldn't."