"I don't think you really want me getting into what I think happens when we arrive here," I say with a knowing arch of my eyebrows as I set the cups and two cannisters in front of Kira.

Among the items stocked in the kitchen had been several tea strainers — The old kind that sits on the lip of the cup — and I pass one over before finding our modest stash of joint-worthy paper stacked in a nearby drawer. The kettle starts to whistle.

"Can you create your own token to help you control it?" I ask as I fetch the hot water and settle into an adjacent chair.