Applejack turned to put the tea tin on the table just to catch him falter. Her heart sank for him, after all, wasn't her family going through the same heart ache? Tim, Tony, TJ and Steve all gone in just a handful of months. Not to mention her granddaughter, Maggie. Her eyes touched on his arm, where the band had been.
Sitting the tin in on the edge of the table closest to him she gently touched his arm, hand where the band had been, before she dropped it back to her side. But went on without more acknowledgement than that. "You'll have to figure out which tea you'd like. I have weird mixes of my own cause my tastes still run on like I'm still a pony. Though I do remember bacon. And it's pretty dang great." She added the mug with the tin.
"Kinda? I'd say they're a mix between the bread and cake. They're flat, the pancake isn't all that sweet on it's own, there's just a table spoon of sugar in the batter. But they can be vessels for other things, honey, syrup, fruit... My son, Richie, likes chocolate chips and bananas."