Henry gives Envy a little smile. "You've been making it..."

The thought of something he made being continued for seven years. It's touching.

The kettle whistles. Henry recalls Sword back into its Pokeball before hitching the ball back to his belt. It's a familiar motion that feels natural. He turns and starts pouring the hot water into the tea pot where he's placed the zest. Soon enough, there are four piping cups of Persim tea ready.

Henry holds his cup close to his face and breathes in the familiar bitter scent before taking a sip. It tastes just like he remembers it.

"It's good to be home."