The teacup to her mouth again, she merely nodded and replaced it on the saucer, nudging the bicuits aside a little. She picked one up and took a bite as she placed her right hand on the table, palm up.
"Is this right?" she asked, referring to her hand. Su wasn't sure if there was some sort of official procedure with these things, or if her needed her other hand, or if it mattered at all. "By the way, this gingernsap is really good. Has a nice spiciness, sort of." Being a completely hopeless cook herself, Su always appreciated the efforts of others.