"Sounds good," Grant replies, returning her smile, walking toward the counter. He gently places his hand on the small of her back as she pours the tea, holding her in a light embrace. The tea poured, he takes his cup, then heads toward the table, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. Lifting the cup to his mouth, Grant blows over the surface of the steaming liquid, the pleasant floral scent filling his nostrils. "Smells great."