[He notes the earplugs, vaguely familiar from when they'd first been acquired but then stowed away. Jeremiah hadn't asked, but he hadn't needed to know yet, so he'd been largely unconcerned. He's grateful for the consideration now, though.]

Understood. It certainly would explain the strange limitations of who becomes affected, if it's not purely triggered by range.

[Taking the map, he tucks it into his pocket for the moment for safekeeping, then turns back to the tea. They don't have much of a proper set to speak of, but they have what they need to make it work. At least they have a pair of cups and a carton of milk and the sugar cubes from earlier, set on a tray not likely intended for this. Jeremiah eyes the color as Lelouch pours, though he realizes he can't judge this particular mix by sight alone anyway given he's never had it before. It looks dark enough, he supposes, pouring himself half a cup as well but leaving the steeper in the pot for the moment.

He lifts his cup and saucer, having a taste as well to see how it compares to the aroma. It's not bad, even if herbal teas don't often appeal to him, a little on the light side but not too weak to drink. Lelouch did mention sugar, though he refrains for the moment, not one to sweeten anything and everything.] By all means, go ahead. I've still got things to prepare.

[Another sip, just to ponder the flavor a little longer.] Hm... your thoughts on this blend?