He huffed in faint amusement as she started pulling things out of the cabinet. "Everyone's getting earl grey!" She announced. A couple of groans sounded as Tom stepped away from the kitchenette to take a seat upon the available black leather armchair. With a wave of his wand the fireplace roared to life, dancing with controlled black fire, a substance Therese had taught him to use. Just as dark as fiendfyre but less volatile.