“Would you care for some coffee?” Ianto enquired politely, “Or perhaps you’d prefer tea? I have a particularly piquant Japanese green tea.”
“Most kind of you,” the dragon replied. “Green tea would be delightful.”
Ianto inclined his head graciously and poured for them both.
“I regret that there’s no time available to perform a proper tea ceremony,” Ianto apologized.
“Understood. When matters of some urgency arise, such pleasantries must necessarily be set aside for another time.”
Sipping their tea, the two got down to the business of preventing the dragon’s damaged spaceship engines from blowing a large crater in Cardiff.