The kitchen, just like the hall, showed proof of a home that was used and lived in. Draco didn’t feel as nervous about touching things and while he still felt somewhat like walking on eggshells, he also felt certain that that was more due to his state of mind than any expectation Sirius had to him.<br/>“Thank you,” Draco said with a soft smile, going to pick out a tea bag. He hadn’t known what to expect when he decided to go meet his mum’s estranged cousin, but this was far beyond anything that he would have dared to dream about.<br/>“Tea is fine,” he stated as he finally picked a tea. He found the mug that Sirius had put out for him and prepared the tea before sitting down across from him at the table.<br/>Now that he was more calm, Draco felt awkward about just barging in like this and causing a scene like this.<br/>“It really means a loot.”