Oh-- well, it's polite to offer, isn't it?

[Maya inquires, as though she's confirming that this is some long-standing tradition. Isn't this what is done?

She looks a little uncomfortable then, swallowing and leaning the mug around to look at Ken's handiwork.]

Ah... actually. It's just me and my cousin now.

And for a while it was just she and I and her mother and my sister.