Kavinsky got off the counter, shrugging as he headed toward the cupboard to raid it for snacks. He wondered if Jack's tea was a zen thing or if he was just into tea--more of a west coat thing--but then, Newt really liked tea, too. Kavinsky hadn't really thought of it much of a beverage until it was just around the apartment, and then the house.

He grabbed the crackers and dug into the box. "Yeah, but like. Controlled environment. Mailbox and a bar where we both had make up on. So it went well?"