"Tea and a scone would be possibly the most delightful thing I have ever come across." He said to her with a relieved and glad expression, unable to look anything be relieved. "The scones one finds in the Caribbean and in Cairo are not the sort one finds in England." He said to her, taking the handle of the trunk and dragging it over the threshold. "May I leave this here, Miss Beeton?" He asked, gesturing to the patch of floor by the stairs. "I may have to request a little help to move it to my rooms later this evening, but I doubt it is necessary to move it just yet." He said, pausing and opening it and taking out a small wooden keg. "This is the gift I promised you."