Albus smiled and waved back then made his way over to where Anakin was sitting. "Well, I'm rather fond of Earl Grey but my brother tells me that just makes me a boring old fart," he said with a wry grin. "Abe always has been rather blunt. He likes English Breakfast."
He sat down and looked at the menu that listed all the teas. "But I'm British and we're rather more used to black tea than some of the kinds that seem to be available here. Some of the varieties, like this chai stuff, look like utter monstrosities." He frowned disapprovingly. "There's nothing wrong with milk in your tea but when there's more milk than tea, you're doing something wrong."
He looked up and grinned. "And I've been told several times by many people that I am a tea weirdo. Not a tea snob but a tea weirdo." It was nice to have such a mundane and somewhat ridiculous conversation. So much of what he'd been talking about lately, both here and at home, had been serious and quite sobering.