After about five minutes, the knight returns with a small wooden tray with a single-serve teapot on it and a teacup with a small bundle of herbs placed in the center of the cup. Galahad weaves carefully around the veritable petting zoo of animals that are starting to assemble on the porch, and places the collection of remedies down on a small table near the Asgardian.

"Here. Those should help-- they did me when I've had my own mishaps with angelic wine." Before Beelzebub healed him on those occasions, anyway. The knight chuckles, and then settles himself down into one of the various chairs around them all. "By the way, I am Galahad du Lac, son of Lancelet. It's a pleasure to meet you, your highness."