They were so different like that, Jim and his travel, Caduceus and his sheltered life. It must have been exhilarating, being Jim, being able to see so much and so far, Caduceus liked to think he was seeing the world now, with the Mighty Nein but his journey seemed so small compared to Jim's.

There was a long moment of silence and stillness from the Firbolg as Jim took his offered hand and enveloped it in his own. He just sat there awhile, looking at their hands, enjoying the warmth and the sensation of skin against fur. The silence wasn't a bad thing! No, it was a deep appreciation. His long, floppy ears gave a twitch as he sat there before he sighed pleasantly and looked up at Jim, just as their tea was being set down for them.

He didn't want to pull his hand away just then but they had to make room for the tea. His new friend was a curious one, Caduceus smiled as he watched him for a moment longer before insisting on pouring both their tea. "Oh, no, no, please." Nodding to the waiter as he took the trays himself. "I insist." Carefully and gracefully, the Cleric began to pour them their drinks.