The scent of the tea grew stronger as he expertly poured it into the cup on the tray. It was evident he had been doing this kind of thing for a very long time. How long, she couldn't say, but long enough to tell this had been his life. He asked her if she would like some sugar or honey in her tea. While she did love sweets, the tea smelled wonderful without it. "No thank you. I think I'll have it the way it is. It's been a very long time since I had tea and this smells wonderful as it is." She smiled at him and picked up the cup, took a deep breath of the fragrance and then brought it up to her lips to drink. It was the perfect temperature. At least for her it was. Her mind wandered backwards again to when she was little and her mother would make soup. She would always be the first to finish of her family because they would always wait for it to cool. She never did. Her smile broadened in fond memory. Slowly she returned to the present and looked up at him. "Won't you join me?" She asked.