"How sweet," A slight pink flushed on her cheeks, as she opened a cupboard near one of the work areas to reveal tea cups, saucers, creamers and a sugar bowl. Why Susan kept a tea closet in the green house was beyond anyone's guess. However, the fact that she set up a section of the green house to actually have a few chairs and a table should show that Susan spent most of her time in the green house. She also charmed that section of the green house to stay warmer during the cold seasons, and allow a section of the green house to accommodate the plants that enjoyed warmer climates. Pulling down a worn out tin from the top shelf, she looked at the label, before wrinkling her nose and placing it back on the shelf.
"Oolong should do nicely this afternoon," She said more to herself than to Ernie. Motioning to the chairs and table set up a few feet away, she glanced at Ernie. "Please, have a seat." Grabbing two tea infusers, she scooped out some of the tea leaves and placed them into the tea pot. Hands deftly reached for her wand, flicking it at the tea pot, steam immediately began to rise from the spout and the sweet aroma of the black tea began to fill the green house. The scent mixed with the smells of the flowers, some of them shuddering against the scent, others opening their petals. Smiling, she ran her fingers over the petals of one the flowers which seemed to enjoy the smells of the oolong tea.
"I'm glad you're not working too hard, Ernie." Glancing over her shoulder, she watched him briefly before turning back to the task at hand. "Though, you have a very important job, are your superiors upset with you?" Placing the tea pot on a tray, she grabbed two tea cups and saucers and placed them next to the creamer and sugar bowl. If it wasn't obviously all ready, Susan was the ideal hostess. She knew how to set a table, and she knew how to serve. She was a horrible cook, and it usually put her mother to shame each time she tried to cook for them. But her father knew she had the Bones blood, and that meant burning water, and failing at anything culinary.