"Ah, you trained your parents well," she teased, nudging him slightly. Tucking her hair back behind her ear, she slid her mask up, preferring to not see everything surrounded by a black border. "I like a little cinnamon tea, but you don't need to go out of your way for me, Phil."

She moved her head to look at him when he came back, seeing the small flush and smiling slightly. "If you wanted to, though, I'd like that." One hand lifted to rest on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.