Black. Just a shot of milk. No sugar.

She tucks an errant strand of blonde hair behind her ear, and shrugs.

"No, but I was heading this way, anyway," she murmurs, a bit shyly, taking the prompt and moving towards the doorway and him in it. "I haven't broke my fast in any case, and could do for some tea, myself."

She smiles, absently placing her hand on his forearm.

"It's a good thing to know. For future reference."