Peisinoê and her sister had been taught to make tea at an early age, a thing that had resulted in many broken cups and almost comedically big messes before someone got smart and gave her things that were a bit harder to shatter. Now though she had it down to a science, partially because she thought of it as science and that helped.
When she returned a few minutes later, with large steaming mugs of fragrant tea, she was in her flats that she always wore once work started properly. Much easier to carry delicate things in flats, she had found early on. The metal tea ball full of a loose leaf mix of her own creation jingled gentle in the mug as she set it down in front of Cece and took the liberty of sitting across from her, "How are you this morning?"