Cee beamed, hugging back and dropping her umbrella into the stand that she knew was beside the door, shrugging out of her jacket and hanging it up too, she'd been here before, after all, "Tea sounds great! I've got creme eggs and I've got jammie dodgers and I've got treacle tarts." She said, sifting through her bag and coming up with a pair of rats instead of the food, situating one on each shoulder.