Log, coffeeshop: Ren S & Newt P
Ren grinned, took the cinnamon tea tin and then moved the others back towards their shelves. There wasn't a traditional kettle, but there was a smaller one, that would almost certainly do the trick, and he warmed it up with hot water, and then moved for the water to check the temperature.
"You've never had Southern Iced Tea?" He asked Newt, a little surprised, although he supposed if he hadn't been in the south, then it probably would make sense that he hadn't. It wasn't a very British way to take tea, which was an understatement. "It's iced, sometimes set out in the sun and made that way, but they sweeten it quite a bit, so it's a very sweet tea- no milk. It's good as a beverage, but I don't usually think of it as tea, because tea to me is hot, you know?"
He waved a hand at a stool and nodded. "Yeah, you can sit, if someone comes in I can wait on them, but you're not a bother." Water was heated, so he measured out the tea leaves, and then poured the water in over them.