*he huffs, as if offended, but heads out of her room to put the coffee on, and get a tray ready. Zara and the Internet both have taken him a long way from the days of trying to make tea with a mallet, and he at least makes a presentable spread, bringing in a folding card table to her room, and setting a tablecloth over it, and the tray. Coffee is put on, and about 10 minutes before the sidhe is supposed to arrive, he makes the tea -- for himself, if no one else -- and finds some oreos to put on a saucer. Well, he wasn't expecting company, so it'll have to be good, wanna make something of it?*