[ And he supposes that's what he may like about her. Although simplicity, he appreciates it. Sure, there's an odd twist to it. Perhaps in such a way that he would be giving her a pat on the head and send her on her way with some fish. It's difficult to be given respect, definitely by someone like Jim Moriarty.

But he accepts this simplicity.

( And he's still approaching the term 'friendship,' so very odd. Never seems to work out, does it? )

Yet, here they are. There is an almost natural smile to the number of sugars she shoots in. Mentally counting. ]

My, very different than I've ever heard.

[ A polite sip. Did he put any sugar in there? ]

'Land of Little Cubes and Tea?' I would say 'you don't mean literally, I know you don't,' but that is an assumption.

And assumptions are the worst around here, aren't they?