[Lorenz nods, pleased that his memory has not failed him, and he will return from the counter inside a moment later with a pot of tea that smells sweet and spicy as it steeps.]

It's a ginger... fruit? blend? [What's a peche? Who knows! It's peach ginger. He does sound a bit apologetic, uncertain if the fruit aspect with detract from Dedue's preference for ginger.]

Ah... I admit I haven't considered a name just yet. I was trying to get more of a feel for it's personality... Pity I can't call it Claude, given it's antics.

[For all the annoyance in his tone there's a fond sort of smile that tugs at his lips despite himself. It really has been far too long since anyone harassed him like this.]