Elias, setting a cup down in front of Jon with a flourish: For you, a cup of Tieguanyin tea from the Fujian province of southeast China. Brewed to perfection, of course. Only the best for my Archivist.
Jon: That’s very sweet but I already have tea.
Jon’s tea: *is a mug of overbrewed Earl Gray that he made the day before but was left on the counter, cold and forgotten, until Jon noticed it the next morning and microwaved it with the bag still in it*
Elias: Ah.
Elias: I see.