[ Hopefully he'll forgive her for the skeptical look that she levels his way, brow quirked and her lips pressed into a thin line, but she can likely name more than a handful of instances which don't exactly inspire confidence in his sense of hospitality. Still, her time away from home has also instilled in her a realization that things don't need to quite be so perfect all the time, and maybe... that unpredictability he brings will be good for the inn.

Gods only know that it was good for her.

That skepticism gives way soon enough to that spark of delight returning. So many times over the course of their relationship - romantic and otherwise - Satoru had been the one to show her new and unfamiliar things. Now, at last, it is her turn to do so. With a widening grin, she reaches up and rests a hand on his shoulder. ]

Have you forgotten so quickly? This... is how we make morning potion!

[ He'd likely recall the way she used to call coffee "morning potion," of course. ]

Shall we make a cup right this moment? Or save it for the end of your tour?