John doesn't mind the laugh. He does deserve it, the way he had startled like a rabbit at her appearance. He can't say that he doesn't deserve the teasing for that matter either.

"Something like that," he replies, offering her a little shrug.

Sitting forward from where he had perched himself, John peers curiously at where Ciri starts digging around in the cabinets.

"I do," he agrees. "I was a member of a coffeehouse back at home, as a matter of fact."