I think so too. We've tried tea and coffee all over this world, and there's never been any tea as fine as what Levi makes.

[Erwin unabashedly steals Levi's chair, settling into it across from Hange. His longer legs get into their space, but he doesn't move them; instead, he hooks one foot behind Hange's ankle, wanting that gentle, constant contact for this conversation. It's clear that this isn't going to be a light-hearted chat about tea houses.]

Not the same ones as Levi, no, and I wasn't as badly affected. But sometimes, when we were touching... [He pauses and looks towards the kitchen, because he wants to know that Levi is still there and hasn't disappeared on him.] I saw scars. Old, healed scars on Levi's face, like something had slashed him there a long time ago.