Bringing her attention back to him, the ghost of a genuine smile appeared again on her lips. She nodded, and even drew the side of her thumb along the underside of her lip to catch a bit of foam she imagined was there.
"I do, actually- Warm drinks are a comfort of mine, and this is... very unique. Thank you for bringing me here."
Something he'd said caught her ear out from the usual, however. Sansa's head tipped slightly toward one shoulder, the copper coil of hair resting there shifted, dropping lower toward her skirts. "Why a morning routine? Seems something more appropriate for cold evenings when the wind blows."