She brought the damp hand towel back out with her, forced smile still plastered to her face as she hesitantly made her way to the table. She sat down in the offered chair, keeping her eyes down, not daring to meet his gaze. Lorna wrapped her hands around the warm cup and murmured a thank you before taking a much-needed gulp. It was good tea.
Her eyes swept over the counter, looking for the refuse of the tea bags. It wasn't much paper, but she didn't want it to go in the trash. Recycling was very important. Lorna chewed on her lip before shrugging and answering in a distracted voice as she continued her search for the wrappers or perhaps the trash can they'd been tossed in, "Twenty two. Twenty Three next spring..."