"Have I—?" He cuts himself off, knowing what Pratt is alluding to. "Right, Hadriel. Probably." He's trying to make tea here, so it makes sense he'd have thought to do the same there. Perhaps he needed to find ways to soothe his nerves in that world, as well, and tea was just the easiest one to get a hold of.

He moves onto the second question, darting diagonally across the ramp toward one of the corridors. "I can, though I probably shouldn't." Much like eating. "If nothing else, the steam should affect me, given the proper enchantment."