"Very very weak, with as much sugar as I can get." He laughed. "I know, it is a sin against tea kind." He quieted for a moment, his head tipped contemplatively towards the sky - a nice day. He would enjoy it. He paused after that though, searching for the thread of conversation and coming up with: "Oh, yes. But I suppose it is like many things - you really have to seek the parts you want for yourself." He shrugged, a ripple of broad shoulders, then kept walking.