It's definitely Jean's mug, because Levi doesn't let anyone else use it, and also his name might be painted in similar gold glaze on the handle. There's another cup in the cupboard that's clearly for Eren. It hasn't been touched in weeks, but it's still there, in the spot it always is.

Mugs prepped while the kettle continues to heat, he wanders back over to the table next to Jean, interest clearly piqued at "apple tart". Autumn really is the best time of year - so many apples, and now with multiple people with lots of time to bake, he's truly getting spoiled this season.

"Hm," he hums, feigning nonchalance even as he surveys the tarts. Jean really has been doing well with all of his efforts lately; not a day goes by at the shop where someone doesn't praise the pastries. Picking one up, he takes a careful bite, hand cupped underneath to catch stray crumbs. Despite himself, there's a little jump of dark brows at the taste.

He licks his lips slowly after swallowing, as if contemplating his answer.

"Yeah," he says finally. "Not bad." Translation: pretty damn good. "Could even go a little less if you wanted, but the people who put an assload of honey into their tea might not like it."

...He takes another bite, pleased.