Eyes running along the row mason jars in her collection, all with handwritten labels one in English, one in the native language that the tea was from. It was a fun challenge for her, writing in languages she didn't understand, or at least didn't get the chance to use often like Chinese. Pulling the Thai tea down she grabbed two smaller teapots along with a measuring spoon. Dolloping out enough loose tea for her's she replaced the jar just as he answered her, "Definitely." She actually had several teas that would fit what he asked for and she turned back to look at him with a contemplative look, "My ear for American accents isn't great, but for you I think traditional will suit you best." Turning back to the jars she reached for one of her newest acquisitions, "This one is actually native to here, an American Indian tea. It's good for rest." Better than potions her grandmother would say.
Measuring it out as well with a focused look. The water was already good to go, she never waited until it was boiling--common misconception that it was necessary--and she filled both the tea pots. Letting them seep for a moment, she grabbed two charmed clay coasters to set them on in a clear area of the desk before turning back to grab the mugs. Setting them down she finally grabbed the honey before taking her chair, a large plush thing to match the one Bucky was sitting in. She still needed to find her bean bag chairs, they really brought the room together.
Catching his look she opened her arms as if to show she is unarmed, "I won't judge you for leaving or tell a soul," In spite of his tense state she grinned, "Stronger men than you have fleed from me for greater than my tea, I won't be offended." Whoever thought that people in her profession had to walk around with sticks up their butt was definitely wrong and had never met her, "If you don't like the tea, feel free to use the honey." She worked on the assumption that he would stay, but she spoke as if he was a friend visiting for tea instead of a distrustful student.