"Anthropology—so I'm afraid the honey in the tea will be able to do more for the cold you're harboring than I can." Doctor Smith was either incredibly well versed at ignoring the cold looks from the cafe's other patrons or he genuinely didn't take notice at all. His attention was fully on his company—well, almost fully, it split during that brief moment when their drinks and baked goods were placed on the table between them. "Splendid, thank you."
"And no need to apologize, strange man in a bow tie proposes breakfast out of nowhere, I don't know many who are used to that." He tore open a packet of sugar and dumped it into his tea before stirring it slowly. "So, no name yet, but I do believe that's a Glaswegian accent you have that." He took a first sip of that warming tea. "So I don't know who you are—but I can say we've both come a long way to be here right now."