Neville nodded, "She would probably have things too, medicines or something." He wasn't sure, and knew that sometimes things ran out; though with a fairly modern door she was likely to restock while she could.
"But if you'd like the tea I can bring it back here and leave it with Bucky for you to pick up. He's the one that runs the shop over there." Neville pointed toward the cafe. "Or I can take you back with me to get it, you'd just have to wait a few minutes while I grind the roots."