What kind of stories? At the mention of that, Isobel's cheeks instantly went a red that could rival Jasper's own flush, and luckily, the tea kettle chose that moment to whistle urgently at her. "Uhm. Rather... boring stories, really," she said, clearing her throat and pulling away from him to see to the tea kettle. She took it off the burner and poured the boiling water into the waiting mugs, fiddling with the tea bag's tags.
"Really. They weren't interesting at all." And certainly not about her first time with that man and his female friend. "Swimming would have been much more fun, I think!" The cup of tea was then offered to him with a flourish, her cheeks still red, and it was clear the flush wouldn't be leaving any time soon. "Do you want to go to the living room? Sit and chat for a while?"