"Brandy," Theseus said at once, not even having to think twice about it. He liked tea as much as the next bloke, but he also knew that dealing with his father would go better with brandy. Because when it came to Evan Rosier, Theseus felt a lot of anxiety. A need to please, a need to just not fail. And Theseus was always set up to fail but his own actions, or inaction.
"Yeah- I got a little distracted in France. Good cooking, good teachers, you know," he said, scratching the back of his head. It was the same answer he'd given for Italy, for Japan, for Germany, for Austria, for America.