"Of course." And just like that, Ciel snaps from thieving teenager (is it considered thieving if he owns the torte in the first place?) into businessman mode. He gestures towards the circle of plush chairs by the side table, inviting Pepper to sit.
"Won't you have a seat?" he invites, and will refuse to sit until she does. Common manners and all. Whether she sits or not, he'll still offer her tea.
"As you must have seen from the advertisements, we make possible anything your heart desires. I think you'll find that there's no item too big or small that we can't recreate from your...shall we say, home world? I'm sure there's something you must miss from home. All we'll need are your specifications. The item, of course, is made by my," whelp, can't say butler, butler's aren't engineers! "Ahem. Assistant. And I assure you," Ciel adds wryly, "his eye for detail is impeccable." Sebastian rebuilt the burnt out husk of Phantomhive Manor brick by brick, after all. Overnight, even. How's that for over-achievement?