Lan Wangji strides over to the cabinet in question and opens it. He frowns at what he sees inside, which is, indeed, inarguably tea, but which is not in the form factor to which he is accustomed. He picks up a tin, opens it, and narrows his eyes down at the teabags within. "It resembles Detective Chief Inspector Nightingale's tea." His voice is so utterly neutral that the sheer neutrality of it may give away his feelings about that tea-drinking experience.