The kettle whistled and Mandy shot up to attend to setting up the cups of tea. She snorted lightly and gave a short laugh, "Terry, come on. He's only thirty-five, thirty-six," she reprimanded, "though if you meet him, he doesn't look that old."
Calling out through the open window between the kitchen and living room, she asked, "Do you like anything special with your tea? Sugar, milk, cream..?" she trailed.