"Oh no," Gela says, looking up from her work and touching her face immediately, patting her cheeks as Fifi sets the tray down, "Do I?" Look like it? Probably. Then she smiles, hands still in place, and adds, "You're joining me today." Not a question.

There is only one cup on the tray but she has extra cups on her desk anyway that have not yet been tidied away and she can use one of those. Fifi can have the nice clean one. She sets it out for her by the desk and lifts the teapot to pour.

"It was rough. But now that I have a plan it is — well, still rough, but with an end in sight." So: better.