Not drinking tea before it gets cold is also blasphemy, one she intends not to let occur here today. "Really? That would be lovely." She stands and pulls a small ceramic container from her pouch, handing it to him carefully. The light scent of roses and lavender emanate from it. "Thank you - I really appreciate it."

While he's making tea, she'll settle back into the couch, pulling out her book of poetry from Verity from another pouch and leafing through it if there's time. Hopefully he won't think it's rude - she doesn't want to follow him around everywhere and make him feel awkward about her showing up without any notice.