[ Grell does seem to take not of that, looking that green tin over before slyly setting it aside.]

I see. Blue it is, then!

[ Taking it with her, she leaves the tea by the stove, ready to be used once the water's come to a boil. She's humming as the plucks up the mugs she's left there, carrying them over to the table to be filled once everything's done. ]

Sooo, how do you occupy your time, on the rare occasion that you have it, mm? We've ruled out cooking.