Tenn watches intently, but it’s her voice that leads his tension into wide-eyed interest. A holiday spice? Some sort of iced coffee or tea? When the tray starts floating forward, Tenn reaches out to stop it, anticipation masked behind a calm tone. "I see. It sounds delicious."

But he won't know how delicious until he tries it, which he promptly does by choosing an adjacent glass of the same. The bubbles at the top remind him of something... a float? He takes a sip, feeling the foam tingle against his lips before the sweet taste. His eyes are closed to savor it, then open in surprise.

"It seems to be a float… similar to root beer or cream soda." It's been a while since he tried one, but he remembers the flavor. Close, not exact. Perhaps with the right ice cream... something to try next time he's in his kitchen.