Glancing at the cover of the book, her eyebrows went up a little bit. Well she had seen him reading worse things. She set the tray down and then made them both a cup how they liked it. "It's always better than yours. It could be bad tea, and it would still be better than the stuff you make. An Englishman not knowing how to make tea, I've never heard of such a thing."
She shook her head in amusement and passed the teacup over. "Well you were so lost in your book over here, I figured that you might have forgotten to eat or drink anything in days." Okay so she was mostly teasing. "Not to mention it's a waste drinking tea by yourself.
"I'm all right. I can't seem to get myself warm, but I'll deal. And maybe a tad restless. "And how are you?"