Stella saw Anton look out toward the window seat with a pensive look. She carried the tray with her and gazed over to the cats who had begun grooming each other. "I think we'll have to make do with the sofa," she said and placed the tray on the coffee table, self consciously removing a few things from the surface... 'god, I'm sure he thinks I am such a slob.'  She waited until he had taken a seat and she handed him a cup, "there's honey, sugar, and milk if you like," she pointed out and retrieved her own cup and turned to face him.<br/><br/>"So," she said quietly, "Your turn, Anton."