Levi drifts over to the table after a moment, dropping himself sedately into the chair across from Erwin and leaning back. It's a small table, enough for the three of them to sit together cozily. He leans back in the chair, slouching a little so he can find Erwin's foot with his own and casually hook his ankle around it.

Erwin might not have the most discerning palate when it comes to tea, but that doesn't mean Levi won't spend the time to make something he might like. If anything, it just makes him easy to please, but still - the feedback is nice, and he's clearly pleased by it, eyes softening.

He shrugs though, taking a delicate sip himself. Hm. It's not his preference, but it wouldn't be bad a little sweeter.

"Pecans, maybe. Happy with this one, though." Let's not go crazy, Erwin.