Darlington sifts through the tea as he listens, finding a black tea that seems serviceable enough and adding it to one of the mugs. It all makes sense, this idea of trying to use whatever connection they all have to home to possibly get some answers; the link may be limited, but it's not severed entirely, and even a restricted pathway is still worthy of exploration. Darlington only regrets, just a little, he hadn't thought of it first.

Palamedes mentions meaningful gifts, and Darlington smiles, turning to look at him. "You heard right," he says. "And it's not just small things. Last summer, I found my house out in the countryside. Sans furniture and everything else not literally part of the structure, but other than that exactly the same as the one I remember from home. I'm still...frankly, I'm in awe of the power that mechanism, as you call it, has to bring in something that large."

He remembers the question at the last minute. "Oh, and milk would be great."