"Earl gray," he remembered with a smile. "I sort of developed a taste for it."
As she entered the apartment, Steve clasped his hands behind his back, waiting politely. He wouldn't dream of entering without being invited, and a woman's home was a sacred thing. If he was never invited in, he wouldn't see it as a problem.
Still, he could see inside, and it seemed warm and inviting. Far less modern than even his own place - he, after all, had been given a chance to learn something of new technology - but comfortable and cozy. That was good. It was a place that would grant her independence, since she wouldn't be fumbling over fancy gadgets or digital thingamabobs. He could introduce her to some modern conveniences at her own pace.
Like the microwave. Amazing contraption. Hot food in minutes, flavorful, without being boiled to death.