Perhaps not a lemon, [Jonathan murmurs, already searching about the fridge as he holds his kettle.] Oh! Or perhaps so! It seems we've still some lemon from a recent dinner! [He cheers, quickly setting about to getting the tea together.

With the kettle already starting to give a low, humming whistle as it prepares to truly boil, it won't take long at all. Tea is quickly being poured into cups, lemon cut, and but moments after Jonathan comes to sit upon the couch himself as he sets the tray of drinks- and some perhaps obligatory biscuits- down.]

There! I should think that the perfect thing after a brisk walk!

[One could almost forget just how awkward a conversation topic it was that brought them to having tea in the first place.]