Rey offers Carlisle a strained smile, and he finds himself smiling back, his gratitude written across him.

"I haven't," he admits, "but I suppose I should look into it. Admittedly, I tend to keep to my garden alone, leaving others to deal with the orchard of the gods." Not that he doesn't have a couple of samples from the orchard, just for experimentation. "I thought that by hiding my garden away in the park, I would be left to my own devices, but with this world and how dry it can be, it has become a, ah. Conspicuous green spot, I'm afraid. Aheh."

He doesn't yet drink his tea, but takes a moment to breathe in the steam, letting the vapors settle in him; his shoulders relax, heat spreading through them, easing his muscles.