Right, then. She'll just pop that bit of muffin in her mouth while he's drinking, because it's less odd that way, and reach for the milk he'd brought to the table earlier in order to pour some in her tea.

...wow, that little bit of muffin really woke up her appetite. Her movements quicken a bit so that she can take the teabag out of the tea and have a sip before going back for the previously abandoned eighth. "Mmm. It's very good."

Vaguely, Molly hoped she hadn't just pulled a Persephone.