She turned toward the table. The tatami pressed against her knees as she began moving forward. It was a strange sensation, the textured surface catching against the fabric of her dress. She could feel the pressure immediately, and the unfamiliarity of moving with her hands secured behind her made the simple task considerably more complicated. She reached the table and looked at the cup. He watched without offering assistance. She lowered her head, carefully took the rim between her teeth, and lifted the cup. It was awkward. She had to concentrate on keeping it level, adjusting her head as she turned back toward him. The tea shifted slightly inside the cup, and she moved more slowly, determined not to spill it. When she reached him, he accepted the cup. "Thank you." She looked up at him. He took a sip. "Very nice."