[She sees it, certainly, but it's all too easy for the doubts and second thoughts to creep in, along old channels cut by harsh words, years ago. Surely she's being too full of herself. Surely she's getting ahead of herself. Surely they're just treating her gently, sparing her feelings. Surely, surely, surely.

She manages to brew the tea and plate up the cookies without any of that, though, and ferries them out so she can settle down next to him.]

There we go: tea for two. Not, uh, not quite the Professor's usual spread, from what I remember, but... still pretty good, right?