[Cakes, how polite... Lorenz accepts the cakes with a little hm! of approval and immediately moves to start plating them to go with the tea. Then the tea once the cakes are set, arranging the spread with a tidy aesthetic and regarding his work with overt delight in getting to arrange tea and cakes. It's the little things.]

Ah! Is that not a wonderful display? You have a fine eye for desserts—I'm certain they'll pair beautifully with the tea. It is a lightly spiced citrus, [he puts a hand over his heart with zero irony, touched,] and what a comfort it is to have fine teas in a place like this!

[Anyway! He pulls out one of the chairs with another gesture.]

Please, sit. You are my guest.