He raised an eyebrow with perfect, quizzical precision.
"Yes," he said dryly. "That."
He was unsure if she still had really grasped it.
"After moons, not afternoons," he said, chuckling a little at the slight absurdity of the situation. If she hadn't figured it out now, he was going to have to say it outright.
"Whatever," he sighed. "Tea's up. Sugar, milk, or both?"
He stood and gathered the tea set, laying out the cups and pouring them each a serving.