"That's... charming," Gaia says at her most dry. "I'll keep it in mind." Make sure she doesn't let her guard down around Jeram. Got it.

Mugs, not teacups, are the standard in Gaia's household. One is handed to D. Whether there's extras nearby depends on whether D had enjoyed things like sweetener or milk added. The teen's current tastes match his own and she wouldn't have thought to bring out extras when neither would need them.

Sometimes Gaia is aware the memories don't match up. Others slip easily past.

Settling with her own mug, the teen studies D momentarily and nods in satisfaction. Probably some sort of check-over and self-satisfaction that he's not looking worse for wear.

"So, about the beetle shell," Gaia does keep loose track of debt and compensation, but with an arrangement like this there's certainly some wiggle room. "Should I consider this payment for your occasional board or is there something you'd like to ask?"

She's no stranger to getting the odd task from D after all.