[Everyone is having such a normal one -- Yamanbagiri has been settled in maintaining his sword since they got back, with his still-damp still-bloody cloak on the cottage porch; but he looks around for a few moments, at Siffrin, at Andrew, and then shuffles inside to the kitchen without a word.

He'll be back with a hot cup of tea, setting it down next to them quietly.

Gotta keep hydrated after the crashing out and the maniacal laughing.]