"Sure thing," Grant says, pulling away from her, heading to the silverware drawer, pulling out two forks. "Oh, the tea!" he says quickly, hearing the kettle boil, unplugging it. He frowns for a moment, trying to remember what she did before, then spies the teapot. Removing the lid, he pours the water of the leaves, allowing it to brew for a little while, looking back at her, resting against the counter.