The kettle was on and the gentle hiss of small bubbles rose from the bottom. One teapot filled with loose leaf, traditional green. His skull pin fastened to his sash, the wolfos was in a rare moment where he was thankful for the more humanoid form. It made some things much easier. Paws and claws could only do so much before they got in the way. Setting out the fluffy pastries he'd been given by the lady down the load, King smiled at his set up. No one might be joining him right then, but that didn't mean he wanted to have some lazy or half done setting. Tea was something to be enjoyed and savored.

A bell, the water was done heating. Slowly, and gingerly, the wolfos poured the water into the pot, letting the leaves begin to flavor and fill the room with the aroma. A deep breath, he smiled, leaning back once the kettle was put away. The pumpkin sun was filling the room with a gentle orange glow, and reaching over, the wolfos set some music to play. This was true bliss.