[Sanson doesn't mind that Bardo is flipping through his books.]

I wouldn't call it interrogating. [More like "snooping" but this kind of snooping he can handle. As long as he doesn't delve into Sanson's love life again.] Anyway, there's a new tin of black tea with a hint of strawberry that my roommate and I picked up from the grocery store. I'll make some for the both of us. Would you like something to eat, as well?

[It's not real tea until there's something to eat with their tea.]