[He watches his own tea in the cup, propping his cheek against a loose fist, looking for all the world bored as can be when in truth, he's holding onto the same concern as the rest of them in that room. They're safe for now, but until the storm lets up, they're stuck. There are foods here, pastries, and once the water cools they'll have that too. None of it will last them long, but he's banking on that they won't have to see that happen.]

[Worst case scenario, he could be of assistance in that means. He doesn't have supplies to last them all, but he could get them, one at a time, to their own homes. On that, he'll keep mum for now.]

[The Earl presents and interesting point. He glances over at him from under his hair, unconcerned when a lock slips aside to show the color of one eye beneath it.] This came from a pot what's been sitting on something they call a burner. Doesn't look like a burner to me, just a disk of metal, but it gets hot enough. [He holds his silence again, in thought, for a moment more and reaches across the table for one of the little wooden stirring utensils.]

Isn't everyone? They're just more used to this technology than we are.