Much shifted closer to take the tin, and when his fingers brushed hers as she passed it over he wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not. Some part of him yearned to still be in that hug, but... he had tea to opine on, and dinner to eat and... well, he'd figure the next step out after dinner. "It smells like... a kinda summer?" he said, not able to place the smell better than that. "Not one've our sweltering New York summers though. Something else. Uh– or did you just want to know if I'd like it? Yeah, I mean, it smells nice."