He moved gracefully around the kitchen, assembling their tea in a state that was somewhere between controlled chaos and a choreographed dance. Soon he set a tray on the table before her with a pleased grin. "I'll pour then, shall I?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer he lifted the pot and filled their cups. "Help yourself to some biscuits," he said, indicating the tray. "Sugar and milk for your tea, if you wish." He added a bit of each to his own cup.