Rodney started the stove and filled a pot of with water he created with magic. He had found the tea, and had apparently also stumbled into a box that got mixed in to the kitchen supplies. He didn't think it was that odd. For all he knew this was a sexslave ship, or perhaps a floating bordello. Either way it seemed very understaffed. Just then the loud man came back to him and was shouting again.<br/><br/>The kettle hadn't begone to boil yet, but the oracle had measured out the amount of tea leaves he needed. He had gotten out one cup, but seeing that he had a guest he began to search for another.<strong>"Hello again, I was just about to make some tea would you like some as well?"</strong>He spoke soft and politely despite the hostility of the man before him.