As hot as possible, obviously. No one wants to drink lukewarm tea. Well, I don't know, maybe the Americans do.

[ No bodily injury is grievous enough to keep Valmont from snarking about his host country!

He glances up, surprised, as Anya darts back into the kitchen. That was actually quite speedy, he'll give her that. ]

All right, do what you have to. Just - just don't take this as an excuse to amputate my hand, or something.

[ He thrusts the injured hand out at Emma, with some trepidation. Luckily, the burn itself doesn't seem too catastrophic - just redness, no blistering. He did at least let go of the kettle pretty dang quickly. ]