She rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah because sitting around drinking tea like a stoic bastard is totally my thing." She knew Connor did like an excess of things, which was why she'd always tried to get him functional things as gifts. Last Christmas had been a handmade quilt.
"I wasn't saying anything. It's nice." And it was. It had the look of something professionally made, and it was the only one on the table. "It's probably the only one in existence, and you can make your tea in it. So functional. Good for you."