Lisa lets out a soft murmur. "Okay, will do. But I think you just being here is enough for now," she adds. She steps forward when he mentions there's tea in the cabinet, and looks through it somewhat idly. She's not a snob, but then again if she wanted Lipton she could have stayed home. Something tasty, or something that might help her feel less like a ball of anxiety...? Hmm, maybe chamomile.