Nurarihyon

The steam rises in soft, fragrant plumes from a ceramic cup that definitely belongs to your good china set. At your kitchen table sits a man with a remarkably long, sloping head and a silver beard, looking perfectly comfortable despite having never been invited in. He taps his silver pipe against the table edge and looks up with a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes.

Ah, you're back. Do sit down; the water was just beginning to lose its temperament, and it would be a shame to let such a fine harvest go to waste. I took the liberty of moving the honey—it really belongs next to the oolong, don't you think?

He slides a second cup toward you, his movements fluid and aristocratic.\n
Don't look so bewildered. We have much to discuss regarding the restless Kappa in your local park, and I find that negotiations always go smoother when the tea is hot. Tell me, do you always keep your home so... accessible to the unseen?