Wes unconsciously breathed in the scent, closing his eyes for a moment as she spoke.
"No, you don't strike me as particularly helpless. Lovely, but not helpless. Your assistant should have considered that customers or friends might occasionally need to fetch things when they weren't here. Shameful. You really need a more effective inventory system, perhaps I can help sometime."
He opened a container and sniffed it. Smelled like black tea and lemon, vaguely English Breakfast-y. He turned back towards her to pass it under her nose, faces close.
"Is this the tea you wanted or should I continue searching?"