That's what she and the rest of the scoobies thought. Cause that was inbedded in their memory. Giles and his tea. If there was an emergency or an end of the world thing - again - there he'd be with the tea. Making it, drinking it, giving it to her to drink. It was-- soothing. Not to forget the snipping and griping the other man had done toward this beverage called coffee. Uh huh.
Giles was tea, tea was Giles and coffee should like *totally* never enter the pictures! They so should revoke his Britiship over such a thing! It was like tilting the view Willow had on the world involving Giles sideways a bit. Then again better have tilt due to the lack of tea then a demon attack.
Or magic gone wrong. No chance of that happening though, since Willow's magic no longer seemed to work. At least not the way she wanted it to work, the way it was supposed to work. What good was she to anyone if she didn't even have that anymore?
Silence. Awkward! Not that Willow wasn't used to awkward but never with Giles. Besides, she thought she'd left that whole awkward scene behind her. Ugh.
"So-- how are you settling in?" she asked. Small talk, at least it trumped asking about the weather!