Pulling her legs into her chair to sit criss cross in her chair she was pleased to see he wasn't leaving, and she reached for the honey herself. Another local item she had acquired on her way to the school, hopefully it would help stop her allergies from being a major issue this season, pouring a thin but strong layer in the bottom of her mug.
Deciding that her's had seeped long enough she poured the dark red liquid into her cup before gently setting down the pot with a ease that reflected how often she consumed the stuff. After she reached to his, which was a lighter color than her own and was much more lightand sweet all on it's own, and poured him a mug that left room for honey should he want it.
He definitely didn't sound home sick, but she nodded all the same, "I think I took a train through Indiana once when I was younger, I don't remember it very well though." The state had not particularly stuck out to her, and she couldn't recall anything special about it to mind, "Yes. Born and raised. I left and brought it with me." She gestured to the walls and her clothes with a smile. he happened to pick a day where she looked like she just got off the plane from India of course. Raising her cup she breathed in deeply, letting her eyes close for just a moment to savor the smell before taking a sip, "So I confess my curiosity at your nickname, is it a rodeo thing?" The first thing when she thought of when she heard Bucky was that it was some kind of thing vaguely associated with ranches, many of which were still common across America of course.