She couldn't help but let out a laugh at that, giving his leg a nudge with one bare foot. "It's just from the supermarket. Nothing fancy or special," Isobel said, though his compliment made her feel warm inside. Hands were wrapped tightly around her mug and she took her own sip, relishing the warm, slightly bitter liquid as it was swallowed down. "But thank you for thinking it good," she said after she had swallowed, settling her hands in her lap, shifting slightly so she was leaning against the back of the couch with one shoulder pressed into the plush cushions.