"Whenever you'd like to have some proper tea, you come and find me— I'll take care of everything."

"I'd like that," Fitz answers him without a shred of guile (or self-awareness) and accepts the teacup as Huaisang slides it back towards him. Picking it up, he lifts it in a little toast gesture, like saying 'it's a date' without actually saying the words out loud. Then, as though recalling something, he adds, "Though, it would help if I knew where to look for you in this city. Nighteyes and I have settled in Feed, for the time being." Risking the Trenchwood might be dangerous, but forcing Nighteyes to limit his range only to the city would be a different brand of cruelty.

The server returns with their meals at that point, and Fitz does what he can to clear off space on the table for their plates and the veritable mountain of pastries that Huaisang has ordered.