[Reeve nods, perhaps a bit theatrically.]
Yes, why wouldn't you?

[Acceptable. Having turned and left the kitchen before Sephiroth, she smiles to herself in spite of herself. Biscuits it is.
When they are both finally seated and she does get a look at the biscuit plate, her smile isn't secret any longer, but it is fond.]

Well, this is nice-- and very symmetrical, too.

In all seriousness, I am glad you see the truth in what I've said.
I don't know if anyone has ever told you this, but you really make very good tea. Must be the timing. You're so exact.