When Olivia sipped her tea, James looked over at it curiously, raising his chin. Actually, that looked like a pretty good idea. Clearing the clinging hints of hay out of his senses would have been nice. With that thought, he unconsciously snubbed at his nose briefly.
“I might need myself one of those,” he decided out loud, eyes on the tea, before moving on. He smiled casually, twirling his helmet at his side a little. “Sounds nice for you. I’d love the time to take in the sights. I keep meaning to grab a schedule from the opera house, but I seem to forget every time. Have you been out on the town recently?”