He set the kettle onto the stovetop and turned on the heat, before shaking his head, "Perfectly capable of making tea myself, though the company's appreciated." He turned, "Though it's the only thing I'm capable of making." He got a wry grin at that, though he still had a bit of a sparkle in his eyes. "Mrs. Lovett kept me as well fed as I could be, she was actually rather a good cook, even when you consider the ingredients." He reached into a cupboard and pulled down the tea, and grabbed the small tea egg from the drawer he kept it in. "Now," he said as he put the loose leaves in the little metal egg, "I tend to order food from the pub across the street and eat that." He set the egg into the teapot and sat down in a chair nearby. "It's easier and safer than trying to learn at my age and inadvertently burning the place down."