This was not a meal with which Legolas had much familiarity. But the tea smelled pleasant, even if the assortment of sweets was somewhat overwhelming. Bread he knew. Bread, and some of the pale, soft cakes that were eaten amongst the Eldar. But these treats were different -- and interesting. Even if it hadn't been rude to refuse, he wouldn't have. There was far too much that was interesting in the world to turn his nose up at unfamiliarity.
He watched Sam prepare the tea, then mirrored him, presuming that was the correct way to take the beverage -- a bit of milk, a bit of sugar, a lot of tea. It smelled pleasant, even if the cup was small in his hands. He didn't mind, and handled it entirely with grace. When he finally sipped at it, it was as pleasant as it smelled, sort of woody and bright with the milk and sweetness of the sugar tempering it. Utterly fascinating.
"Is this very common here?" Legolas asked, considering the cup thoughtfully. "Or is it a delicacy?"