And Ino's head snapped up. The last time she'd heard that language from that voice, she'd been in the hospital. Her eyes widened, not in fear, but in recognition as she stared at the man, most definitely older, than the one who'd offered her a way to make her own way.

"Well," she said, studying her own tea. "I suppose that depends on if you like tea at all."

Or hot water. She'd heard some people drank it plain.