It's been a good few years by now; Joker's adapted to basic tea in that time. Hell, it's not like he ever had really good kinds for years anyway, so even this much is better than nothing. He eyes the bags for a while, brain half one place and half another.

"Oh no, I'm sure she wouldn't have the patience ta deal with me." Joker laughs, pointing out the tea on the right as he does so. He knows what kind of people put up with him and what ones don't, just on sigh. "Zaka is a good lad, 'tho, wouldn't ya say?"

And oh, he knows it's probably going to happen if he keeps talking long enough, but Joker only smiles in regards to that.