"Tea for me please," Iestyn said to Patrick as he went to sit as directed. "Ie, I'm from Wales. I was born here, though, just grew up there most of my life." His gaze was drawn to the dress, and once he'd seen it, he couldn't stop noticing it. He tried not to be rude and stare, just tried to catch glances when he could. The company the saints kept surprised him somehow. He'd expected them to maybe be a bit more conservative and traditional, but they'd all been open and loving.