Simon shrugged philosophically. "If you like, I suppose."
He tapped the filter of an unlit cigarette on the table, ignoring the antismoking ordinances and unpleasant looks, and gestured with it to the cup before flipping it into his mouth. "A shame about the tea, really. Did you know there are starving children in Peoria? This has nothing to do with your tea, of course, merely an update on current events."