[ Alien... tree syrup... Aymeric is polite enough that he doesn't squint, but- Has Tony never heard of a birch tree? He thought those were common on earth. Is he from earth? He seems to recall, maybe, that being the case. All these Hyurs (humans, Era has to remind him) tend to blend together. It's still so strange that they're the common race in this place. Or, at least, a lot of them look like Hyurs even if they aren't mortal. ]

Thank you, ser, [ is all he actually says. ] Hopefully there's no leftover fuzz. [ Never let it be said he doesn't have at least a mild sense of humor. Perhaps not the level of sass Tony is used to, of course, but still enough to hold his own. ]

A Dravanian. I believe most people here refer to them as dragons. [ The most casual sip of tea to follow that statement. He steps closer to the aforementioned contraption with curiosity. Is tea allowed in this space? It is now. ] Molboros are also rather large but decidely less sturdy.