There's a moment, as she approaches, when he suddenly pauses with his cup raised-

Immediately, she freezes, tensed for violence. Had he heard her? Can he see her? A reflection in the surface of the tea might well have given her away. Stupid, sloppy, this was a mistake, why was she even-

And then he continued his drink, and leaned over. A broad, exposed pose, overextended, an easy target. No. No, he definitely hadn't seen her. He'd never simply leave himself wide open like that if he had.

She restrained the urge to sigh in relief, instead hastily bending, stretching out at the same time as he did to set the box beside his seat.

There. Enjoy them, you ridiculous old-

And then he suddenly fell over, rolling with the fall until he was on his back, and their eyes met.

For a moment, she simply stared, mind racing, trying to find a reasonable explanation for... well, for this. Finally, she decided that there really was no good explanation. So she straightened, leaving the box where she'd set it for him, and crosses her arms dismissively, rolling her eyes and sneering.

"Graceful as ever, dear uncle."