"Why, thank you," she says, liberating him of the basket and setting it on her little table. The thermos of tea and bottle of milk she removes and brings to the shelf with her mugs; the rest stays inside. She doesn't bother asking Lancelot if he wants one - she knows he prefers coffee, but she's not as confident making it and so she didn't. She fixes them both a cup and then nods to the loveseat in her little alcove.