She was actually really delighted to see both styles of tea. Evie's smile became a little more genuine. This would be a little comfort of home. The scent of the Assam brought her back to the train, the sound of it going through London and the slight swaying motion under her feet.
"And what do I owe you for the two?" she asked, reaching into the many hidden pockets of her jacket for the coin that counted as money in this strange place.
Now, the pirate was very familiar. Evie remembered him from their discussions on sword fighting and her efforts to rebuild the firehouse into a training center. He seemed an unlikely companion to the rather dower man she was dealing with. "I didn't think of him as a fan of tea, actually."