"They look like childrens' drinks," Albus said firmly. In fact, he hadn't had that much milk and extraneous rubbish in his tea since he had been a child. He laughed at Anakin's reply. "Oh, I suspect Abe is right. He often is, much to my chagrin."
"Younger. Abe... Aberforth actually... is three years younger than me." His smile faltered a little as he remembered the disaster that had occurred right before he'd been brought here. "I... had a sister too. Younger. Her name was Ariana." He smiled wistfully. "Abe and Ariana often seemed like twins. They were much closer with each other than I was to either of them." He cocked his head curiously. "Jedi faith crisis?"
"Country actually." He waved a hand around in a vaguely eastward direction. "My world is very much like this one. Only we have magic and magical communities and they don't here. Britain is a country east of here, over the Atlantic. It's much smaller than America."