Levi glances at her, his usual resting frown somewhat lightened with a faintly arched brow in what could probably be amusement.

"What do you think?" Him, weak tea? But no - the real answer is that he prefers the perfect medium, the way a tea is supposed to be brewed, neither too weak nor over-steeped.

He reaches for the kettle and starts to fill it from the sink (indoor plumbing, truly wonderful).

"How hot should the water be?"