He grinned at her light tone, enjoying that she could joke, but knowing that the other people were probably right. "Well, perhaps if everyone else is saying it, there might be a grain of thruth there," he said lightly, one corner of his mouth raising higher than the other.
She blushed, and it made him smile even more broadly. SHe really did colour so prettily.
"I lived in America for a few years. They can't make tea to save their lives, so I switched to coffee out of self defense," he said dryly. "So no, I don't mind at all, Hestia, honestly."
He nodded, reachig up and pulling his dreads back and tying them there quickly so that they would be out of the way. He turned and smiled at Ginger where she sat at the table, surprisingly quiet. He was still uncertain of her role here, and he wasn't sure how to olitely bring it up yet.
He moved about the kitchen in a way that showed him that he was very familiar with the space, pulling out the plates and snagging the milk, sliding them onto the table. "How many place settings?" he asked.