"Well, it wasn't necessary, but apologitea accepted," Jean says with a wider smile on his lips. That's a familiar look on Levi, to him - a flat stare betraying some amusement. He's seen it often, directed at himself or Hange, while sitting over plans; training, expansion of the railroad, eventually the invasion of Marley...

He shakes off the memory, a twinge in his chest thinking of Captain Hange, and smiles down at the tea. He lifts the tin of Darjeeling.

"This one today, maybe?"