"Well, he shouldn't. It's frustrating - not to mention boring." Luka sneers. The sound of the mug magically re-filling is a welcome one, and he's is eager to pick it back up again.

As he lifts the mug, Luka suddenly stops in his tracks as she explains the truth about chair situation.

"Oh, now why didn't you tell me that sooner?" He says, playing it off as he stands from the seat. "Or did you just like watching me struggle?"

He uses one hand to find another chair - one that feels appropriately sized. Once he's hopped chairs enough to find one suitable, he settles back in with a comfortable sigh.

"Anyway, Ten's good at cooking. The stuff he makes is pretty unusual, but I can't say it wasn't good."