[ An exaggeration, no doubt, but one he'll take as a point of pride. He has some particularly aromatic blends from Liyue he's been enjoying lately. He's even jotted down a few for eventual restock. Not that he expects Lyney to care for any of that--look at him, sour as can be. ]

Better the teapot than the bottle, no?

[ When they've moved upstairs, Wriothesley places the box at his desk carefully. Truth told, it's a sweet gesture, even with the choice of deliveryman in mind. He'll open it after Lyney is gone; for now, his attentions will stay firmly upon him. In case Lyney does take an opportunity to do a bad thing twice. And maybe because Wriothesley thinks there's ample reason for the boy to hold off on anything like forgiveness: Wriothesley never did apologize for his part, either.

He sets a cup of Earl Grey before Lyney, a small tray of snacks to match, then takes a seat with his own cup in hand. ]

Honestly, I'm surprised you agreed to come up here. You were content to attack me downstairs last time.

[ Deadpan, but it's playful ribbing. He doesn't hold it against Lyney. They both did what they had to: as Warden, as a brother. ]