It smells lovely when she steps in, and at first she'll take off her coat, the tiny wyvern still clinging close to her neck for the warmth. He'll go play when he's woken up from the contentment of being snuggled and carried, because Maxly is infinitely more interesting a being, even if he doesn't play fair.

And she pauses when seeing the table before she settles down, looking at the second cup with a bit of bemusement.

"Are we expecting another guest?"

No need to immediately answer. She figures the response will be forthcoming when the tea arrives.