It isn't loose leaf because of course it isn't. With a soft sigh and a weak smile, Lydia nods. "That's fine, thank you," she says. I could be home drinking fresh tea, Scott. Instead, I'm drinking probably stale Lipton's. At Derek's.
"Do you even own a blanket other than the one on your bed?" she wondered aloud, lifting an eyebrow. "Where...? I'm freezing," she added. If he did and he was willing to tell her where to find it, then she was absolutely going to take him up on that offer.