[Conversely, it feels weird to Natsume not to address an adult with clear cut respect. Even Natori-san is... Natori-san. A big goof, and frequently exasperating, and someone Natsume treasures, but... Natori-san, regardless.

Natsume lets out a little bit of laughter, on a short breath. It's a light touch of anxiety and it's relieved, both at once.]

I haven't come since that day with you. I don't do things like that by myself very much. But last time, there was this peach oolong on the menu, and I thought it sounded good... [He lowers his eyes, both fond and bashful.] I drink a lot of tea at home, usually barley tea.