Stefan shrugs, turning so that he can usher her into the kitchen. "No problem. Do you prefer tea or coffee?"

The Alesci home's spacious, and almost as if it came straight from a furniture store (because it did - the furniture's rental). As he steps into the kitchen, he heads to his electric tea kettle and grabs a couple of mugs. Out of habit, he's brewing himself a cup, but he clearly doesn't mind making Misa whatever she desires.

"That's right," he murmurs. "It's today too, huh? I knew it was Pi Day, but I guess White Day just never crossed my mind."