[ Just because Weiss told him that the staff won't give her the food didn't mean he had to do that! She was just fine waiting for the food and picking it up from the cart. But the staff had to just roll into the room... And now this.

It is admittedly a little awkward especially for someone who is used to have people serving her. She grins back as the plates are served on the coffee table by where she's seated, just as forced as what she's being given. Only when the staff leaves does the smile get wiped off Weiss face. ]

That wasn't necessary. [ But what's done is done, and she isn't particularly upset! Especially when what she says next is: ] I could have told them off on my own.

[ She does, finally reach for the coffee, though. It is something she needs at this point, for the caffeine to be part of her system already so that she can get going with her day. Everything will fall into place once she's finished her coffee. ]

Why should I let someone else tell me what to do with my hands? I'll put them on you whenever I want.

[ SNRK. Don't mind her, she's just teasing and gunning for a reaction, sipping very, very loudly with her straw with her own flavour of smugness reflecting in her gaze. ]