"So what? You're me telling you never had a drink before?" Nick called back over his shoulder to the redhead perching on his couch. "Alright, suit yourself. Just two spoonfuls of sugar". Too sweet for Nick's taste. He ended up putting in a half spoon for his own tea before bringing the tea to Jane in the living room. "I still think it would be better with the rum. Might even loosen you up for your interview. Here", Nick handed her the mug of tea. "Careful. It's hot".
He smoothly moved around the coffee table to take a seat on the far end of the couch. Once comfortable, Nick turned back toward Jane. "You never said if you were going to the potluck", he noted. "You are, yes? This should be right up you area with all the baking you do". Baking which Nick could smell from his own apartment and it smelled as good as the baker herself. 'Not to mention all the talking you do', he inwardly added. Jane always seemed to be running her mouth but Nick was hardly in a place to judge. He did but he was no better himself, always asking questions of his own and making unnecessary comments. "Or do you agree with the sentiment on the forum that it might be tedious torture and have decided not to attend?" He blew on his tea before taking a sip. "If so, that'll be a shame. It should be an interesting party".