"Please, do have a seat." He called out, plugging in the kettle and checking that he had enough water left for tea. "And remember to mind your head!" He hastily added, remembering the narrowboat's low ceiling. Max the greyhound stretched and hurried back to his human, his tail wagging frantically.
"Out of the way you silly old thing!" He affectionately told the dog, giving him a pat on the back. Tom flicked the kettle's switch to green, before sighing and beginning the tedious task of sorting through the various tea bags and leaves. "If i've run out of Lemongrass again... highly unlikely as they've all insisted on getting me tea for Christmas," He grudgingly noted. "Then you'll have to make do with Chamoline."
His hands hovered over each jar's label, before reaching one labled "Lemongrass". He grabbed a teabag before making a beeline to a pot of loose leaves. The label on that read "Earl Grey". He grabbed a two mugs, one with bear ears ("My youngest's" He said) and poured half the hot water into each. Tom then put the teabag in the bear mug, before putting the tea leaves in a strainer and adding that to his cup. He added some sugar to his guest's cup, before settling down opposite her with a greyhound at his feet.
"So," He began, sliding the mug across the table. "What brings you to the canal? I know it's rude to point out, but you're not really dressed for a swim." The man gestured to Illanya's cape, which was now hanging up to dry on a washingline outside the Greyhound. "Not that I didn't make that mistake a few years ago of course, although that's really not the best thing to wear in the british summertime."
He took a sip of his tea, apparently lost in thought. "Are you from around here?
@NP: Tom is very particular about how his tea is made. And he's technically English. Good luck.