Unlike the Muggle equivalent, the portable cups that the tea came in were like china, charmed so that the tea did not spill out and that nothing could fall in until they were removed from the tiny tray they came with for ease of transport. The tray disappeared once Fleur put the teacups on the table, and they too would vanish when they finished drinking, a handy piece of magic that Sweetie Pies used on all their take-away products.
Fleur took one of the individual bakewell tarts and began to pick at it with her fork, worrying it rather than eating it. "Eet ees okay," She said, shrugging a little. "My job ees eenteresting enough zat I am not bored, and zee Goblins are not... 'ow do I say zis delicately... zey do not care about my looks. One or two did try to impress me but zee novelty 'as worn off." Fleur dropped her fork and sighed, "Eet ees difficult to make friends 'ere. Please do not tell my muzzer and fazzer, zey would zink too much of eet."