Ariadne brightened at the mention of tea, actually. It was one of those Elf luxuries that she'd grown to like, even enjoy. Not just the taste, but the ritual of it. When someone made tea for you, that meant a certain amount of affection, respect, effort, or combination of all three.

She gave Dean an absolutely beautiful smile, bowing her head in gratitude.

...even if he wasn't the one preparing the tea, it was thoughtful.

"Is there a person in that box?" she asked, pointing to the drive-thru speaker. "Or is it some kind of telepathy tile?"