The tea is one of his favourite things, honestly - it indicates that, in a small, vital way, things have not slipped too far. It's probably as close to romance as Laurence will ever come; there might not be constant declarations of love but at least there will always be tea, made exactly the way that Granby would prefer.

"Hello, Will," he says, glancing across, letting his eyes linger on Laurence's profile. "How goes it?"