Tristan was a little surprised by the amount of relief he felt when he realized - he was fairly certain - that she was pleased to see him. He wasn't a teenager, and surely he should have moved past that sort of anxiety, but ... this wasn't the sort of thing he was used to, he decided. That was all. He rested his elbows on the table, letting himself lean forward in his chair a little. "I doubt that'll be a problem. The upper forms know they can't give you trouble without bringing Madame Pince down on them - you're protected." He grinned. "And she does so enjoy shushing everyone. It would be a shame to deprive her of any of it. And by the time she leaves, you'll have inherited some of her - gravitas. By association, if nothing else."
Right, tea. Tristan didn't have to think for very long; he was prepared to take the first option that presented itself, really. "English breakfast would be wonderful," he said. "Thanks." He had been meaning to come by, actually, for quite a while - for the shop, not for tea - but he would have to make another trip.