"He threw a snowball at me and told me that if I was going to interrogate him again, to come back with rum," she laughed. "So I came back with rum. And then he got drunk and made me an ice tiara. And the next day, made me promise not to tell anyone. Whoops."
"Right," she said faintly. "Right, tea." She dutifully picked it up and took a sip. It was a little sweet and spicy, with an earthy taste still present but not awful. She peered a little closer at him, there was...quite a lot to take in.