Mike holds his position until he sees Leo take his cup of tea, then he returns to quietly futzing about the kitchen. This time, should any one be paying him any attention what so ever, it would appear as though he's making a couple of sandwiches. One with meat, one without.

In between stops to add things to the meal, he stops to sip at his own tea. He pulls a face with each sip.

Nope. Still not a fan of tea.