He nods, turning and beginning to pace down towards the kitchens. The robe doesn't particularly bother him, as an item of dress. He's covered, after all, and the thought of someone seeing his shins doesn't quite scandalise him. The kitchen staff barely spare them a glance, and Wrathion sets himself to retrieving a teapot and two cups for them -- preparing the tea and water and then waiting while Anduin decides what he'd like to eat. When he's ready, Wrathion retrieves the pot and cups to carry through. No need for a tray, since he has two hands and the cups stack quite neatly. He hangs back for Anduin to slide open the screen door since both his hands are busy, sets down the teapot in a free patch of floor out of the way and his two cups. Hands free, he then sits himself on one of the floor mattresses and begins unwinding his damp hair from its tie.

"The jihui board should be with my bag. You would prefer to eat first, or as we play?"

Either suits him. He shrugs off his robe, searches among his things for a shirt to change into.