"Earl Grey, then." He glanced over his shoulder and winked at her. "Happens to be in front."
The Doctor kept himself busy retrieving cups and saucers while the water heated, and he went abou the process of adding the tea leaves to steep in silence, though he was never really still. He kept finding something to fiddle with or an excuse to tap his foot or drum his fingers against something.
Finally, when everything was ready, he brought it over to the table on a small tray. He poured, offered sugar and cream and all of those things a host was expected to do, then settled himself in a seat with his own cuppa and blew the steam away from the liquid. "Now then. What's upset you?"