...I suppose I've heard good things about jasmine tea.

[It won't hurt for one night. Besides, might as well allow this one indulgence with the things he has planned.]

[With no hesitation, he steps into the kitchen and takes a seat at his little table. It reminds him of some of their first conversations, when things had seemed simpler. If only they had stuck to that. But they haven't, and he clasps his hands together on the clean wood.]

After tea. There are some different things I want to talk with you about, actually.

[Or, rather, over it.]