I would, of course. But first and more importantly an offering, yes? It is customary where I am from, especially since you have been so kind as to offer a prayer for me.

[Zev manages to sweep into a bow- it's not at all made awkward by the cups in his hands or the umbrella tucked on his shoulder. Nor is it the fanciful sort of bow he reserves for teasing or courtly gestures. It's short, simple, and respectful.]

Perhaps a heated concoction of milk and chocolate to warm you on this dreary afternoon? [For once, not a hint of innuendo. He's on his best behavior.]