It's her tea. If she wants to imbibe any questionable microscopic life forms along with it, up to her. He'll simply scour everything after she leaves. Inwardly, however, he nods approval. Kettle and old earthenware pot are in plain sight, as is a goodly supply of simple Earl Gray, tea for the masses. The specialties he keeps safely tucked away.

He returns to polishing (from the beginning, thank you). Though it may appear he's not watching her, every movement is recorded by ears long used to sussing out what's happening without looking.

"What brings you to Club Castle today, Miss Two?"