Hakkai looked down into his tea cup and sighed. Tea was something to be savored, to be sipped, not something to gulp down hurriedly as one rushed around attempting to calm every mini crisis that sprouted up. There was loud thump as something bounced off a wall, again. Accepting the inevitable, the green eyed man sat his cup on the table and rose to see what was causing the commotion in the next room. Before he was able to leave, however, gun shots echoed and all other sounds ceased.
The healer thought he could just make out the growl of Sanzo's voice, then a whine from the other two, and finally the definite sound of a slamming door. Smiling, Hakkai returned to the table and set out another cup. A moment later there was a sharp knock on his door and he opened it without protest. Sanzo stalked into the room and sat himself at the table. Picking up the fresh cup, the monk slowly inhaled the rising steam then exhaled just as carefully. Silently the green eyed man joined him and they sipped without exchanging words. It was nice that there was at least one other person who appreciated a good cup of tea.