"Certainly!" One of the great advantages of this place is not needing to ask what kind of tea; one can always say to the Bar, A fresh cup for the skeletally thin gentleman in black whose name escapes me but perhaps we've met already, and she'll know just the thing. Which is what Bossuet does, taking the plates as well if the gentleman is done with them; and then, having the time, pauses with a faintly expectant look. Yeees?