"If it's about your family, it's okay. I know it was a soft spot for you before." She really didn't want him to feel pressured, especially now, after so many years and in a completely different place. Did it matter so much anymore?
She gave a quick nod, something in her happy to be able to do something for him, even if it was as little as fetching some hot water and teabags. Once he was seated and seeming fairly comfortable, she wandered back towards the kitchens, getting him a cup and grabbing a tray of various leftovers she'd meant to take home and a box of teabags before heading back out to sit beside him.
"These ones are blends I made... there's some black and-" She caught herself looking up at him with a small smile. "You probably don't care, do you?" She reached for a brown colored envelope and set it down. "This one is my favorite. It's cinnamon."