"These things happen." Bodhi shrugs and heads for the kitchen to pull out the tea set, which is just as Jedhan as his new clothes. That's the real reason he's insisting. He's insisted on making tea for most of his friends already, and it would seem unfair not to inflict it on someone who actually had a chance to taste the real thing. The bronze kettle and all its little accouterments are straight out of an old fashioned tea shop, and Bodhi breaks a corner off a pressed block of tea in a particularly archaic gesture. He opts for the plain, lightly fermented stuff, figuring that a monk (even an ex-monk) will probably be a traditionalist, at least in some ways.