Oh, no, Bruno isn't allowed to even attempt anything so treasured as coffee. Tea's simple and just about all he can manage.

He did have to be nudged in its direction, but once he's going he leads the other there easily enough. More easily than he understands what Avery's on about, at least. He pauses, the kettle in his hand.

"Sorry, what kind of a walk were you taking that you accidentally ended up here?" He doesn't sound suspicious so much as... baffled. The Encanto hasn't been un-hidden long enough for anyone to twig to the concept of its being a South American Brigadoon.