She eyed him skeptically, smiling all the while. She’d have to try and figure out how to spell what he’d just said so she could Google translate it later that evening. If she remembered, that was. Sometimes her memory failed her when she got started drinking. There was no guarantee that she’d be spending her evening alone at home by her computer, either.

“Tea!” Dutch grinned. “Oh, that’s one custom I really did enjoy. Just sitting down with a hot cup of tea with maybe a biscuit or two.” She sighed, remembering her afternoons in London. There was less time spent drinking tea in New York. It was available, of course, but there was less time for it. “People in this country don’t know what they’re missing.” She half-joked, smirking as she took another sip of bourbon.

"You'd really share with me?" She smiled a little bit. Of course she would like that.