Rhydian raised his eyebrows, clearly urging her on - but tonight wasn't the time to press, was it. He'd have it out of her later. A beer or two, maybe some seriously one-sided arm-wrestling ... there were ways. "Well, you know." He cleared his throat, pausing to pour the tea. "It's not as though I'm not usually on the lookout, as it were, in any case." He grinned down into the steam that came billowing up out of the kettle. "And luckily, bad taste doesn't seem to run in the family. Does it?" A slight challenge, there. None of his had been that bad ... well, not really.