I see. [Did her tea also taste like ass? Cause this is unfortunately not your typical nice kind of tea. He'll go ahead and pick one of the honey jars then, admiring the galaxy colors within. How is that even possible...?]

. . . It's wounds that could have been avoided entirely. [He's gazing at the jar with a frown on his face.] I've had a few talks, and it seems my anger was misplaced. [A quiet admittance.]