"Tea? Who wants to drink tea in the morning with a feast like this?" Tyrion is going to join Amelia at her table with his helping of sausage and one goblet of wine. "I'd figure a feast like this one is best washed down with a large helping of wine." He reaches up the best he can to put the heavy plate down on the table, and pull a chair up for himself.

"Oh, and I hope you don't mind the company, My Lady." He's not sure of her standing, so Tyrion plays it safe. He's in a chipper mood this morning, and he was due for a visit to the Nexus. It will sure beat spending time in a boat any time, so a few months at sea will be met with a few months spent here among friends and strangers alike.

He plops himself up on the chair regardless if she wants his company or not. His stomach is crying out for the food on his plate, and a wine that he's never tasted before.