Erik squeezed a little lemon in his, but put nothing else. He liked some sweets, but he always took his tea this way. "Well, she fusses a bit too much, but she's just trying to help. It's more of me getting frustrated because I don't understand how something works at first. But I figure it out in time and I'm fine. I was considered well-read for my time and a genius, and I'd like to continue down that route here." He stood and sat on the couch, though a good deal of room was between them.
"Paris is said to be nice this time of year now. I will have to go and see what is different, if my opera house is still standing beautifully. I wonder if I can still get underneath to my home," he mused. He took a sip of his tea. "What did you do in your world, Joanne Walker?"