He pulls out two mugs and preps them for tea. In hers, he adds milk and two sugars. For him, just milk, because he's 'sweet enough', as he tends to joke.
At her comment on the luxury of the place, he nods, then realizes he can't see her at the moment. "Yeah, it's insane, alright."
The kettle boils and he's a heathen, he knows, by adding a tea bag to each mug instead of making it in the pot. He puts out some biscuits and places them on the coffee table, in front of where she's curled up on the couch.
"Be right back," he says, and he returns to the kitchen. Tea bags out, he stirs then brings it through, offering her mug, handle first. He refrains from smirking when she pats the spot beside him, but sits there, anyway.