"... tea's supposed to be really important in Japan, right?" Genji looked up at McCree briefly, his friend leaning on the counter across from him with his chin in his hand and watching him work. He smiled under the mask.

"It is more the ritual of making the tea that is important," he replied. "It is what it represents."

"Hrm..." Jesse watched Genji stir the strange paste. "And this represents...?"

"Welcoming Hanzo." Genji added more boiling water to the paste, and continued stirring. "It shows that Overwatch is not a threat to him, that it is a family. That we can be a family again." His hand slowed to a stop. "... that I bear him no ill will."

McCree sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "This Buddhist mumbo jumbo about forgiveness is... well, I couldn't do it," he grunted. "I don't have that much patience."

Genji smiled with a soft chuckle, and Jesse's eyes flicked up to look at him. "It does take time... I believe no one will be more impressed by my development than Hanzo."

"Yeah?" McCree tilted his head, a silent sign that he was listening.

Genji paused, then poured the tea. "Before our... disagreement, I was quite juvenile..." He went quiet, teapot hovering above the cup. "Actually, I was a complete brat." McCree laughed, earning a light shove in the shoulder.

"What, you were daddy's whinin', screechin' lil' princess?" Genji clicked his tongue, setting the tea equipment aside.

"No... that was Hanzo." Jesse snorted into his hand with a rough chuckle.

"Well now I won't be able to look at 'im without grinnin'."

"Please don't tell him I said that!" They chuckled for a moment or two, before Genji pushed the tea towards Jesse. The outlaw paused, staring at the cup, then looked up at Genji questioningly. "For you."

"Clearly. But I thought it was for Hanzo."

"It would be long since cold by the time he gets here." McCree was quiet, looking suspiciously at the mug. Then he reprimanded himself not to be rude, and removed his hat, setting it on the counter.

"Cheers then, partner," he smiled, picking up the cup and raising it like it was a mug of beer. He sipped at it and winced. Herbal teas were evidently more bitter. No sugar involved. He coughed a little, placing the cup down slowly and licked his teeth, trying to scrape the taste off of his tongue. "It's, uh... potent."

Genji snickered, and McCree got the feeling he was biting his lip in an attempt not to outright laugh under that mask.

"... so what, were you the 'black sheep' of the family, or...?" He leaned forward, trying not to look amused.

"The playboy." Jesse blinked, brow furrowing and squinting at Genji as if trying to work out if he was pulling his leg or not. The cyborg snickered again. "Don't give me that look."

"You a playboy?" He wheezed a little, trying not to laugh. "Oh I bet you brought home all them lovely monks." Genji laughed softly, bowing and shaking his head.

"No, no, they were very much... average working class ladies and men, I assure you." McCree raised his brows, leaning back.

"Ah, swing for both teams, do we?"

"Any team," Genji corrected, and his friend chuckled.

"Drive any fancy sports cars?"

"Father stopped letting me borrow them after the third one was flattened by the overhang of a noodle bar." Jesse outright cackled at that one. The cyborg just smiled. "I was drunk, and I decided I wanted ramen... logic dictated I drive my father's Lamborghini through the front door when I realised they had already closed for the night."

"Holy shit, Genji!," McCree wheezed, belting out a powerful laugh. Genji bowed his head in humility, smiling shyly under the mask and biting his lip.

"At least you find it funny," he replied. "... Hanzo didn't when he picked me up from police station in the morning."

Jesse paused. "You were arrested?" He snorted, shaking his head. "What am I sayin', you drove a Lamborghini through a noodle bar, of course you were arrested." Genji chuckled.

"I'm not sure which cost more... my bail, the insurance on the car, or the compensation to the noodle bar..." He thought about it for a minute. "Probably the car."

"Too bad you didn't have that motorcycle, huh?" Genji blinked, then laughed warmly, surprised Jesse had remembered that tidbit. McCree grinned at him, then took another sip of tea, and this time openly pulled a gagging face.

"You don't have to drink it if you do not like it," Genji chuckled.

"Oh now you tell me."