"It takes a lot to menace me," Evan said cheerfully. "So far as I now it's only worked once, but you're free to keep trying. I have Lipton iced tea because sometimes people don't trust me enough to drink herbal teas I mix myself." As he spoke, he was actually pulling pinches of herbs from different jars and depositing them into a small teabag. A special mix for Miss Bridget, through she might well turn it down. A rooibos base for a nice strong flavor, a bit of ginger, and some chai seasoning (carefully kept separate from the black tea). All together, a spicy blend that would compliment her, ah, energetic personality, but without anything too strange or objectionable. Tying off the small bag, he poured hot water into a small mug and dropped it in.
"I have honey, sugar, and some of that artificial stuff if you'd like it sweetened," he said. "As for the plants, I have a little crystal here that's been tied to some of my less common herbs. You treat the crystal with a potion or spell, and the plants react. I activated it just now--you'll notice that you can't clearly see the paperweight either. If never considered needing to block the smell of the plants, however... That's an interesting idea."
Evan scribbled a few notes in shorthand on a sheet of paper--efo romio, iru ngapha--before looking back up at Miss Bridget. "Your tea should be done steeping now. Did you have any other questions?"