[It feels rude to bring her staff to the table so she'll set it in the grass just behind her. Within reach of course, as she settles to sit with her legs crossed on the opposite side of the "table" - then decides a moment later that maybe that's too immature a sitting position and shifts so that her knees are tucked to the side. Better.]

Is there a difference in the tea or- [She chuckles,] Nevermind, I'll just enjoy without asking a million questions. It's been a long time since I've done something like this.