[That's the sort of thing Bobbi used to say to him when he was prickly with her. His head droops lower, eyes on the floor as he steps back from the door and opens it wider.]
[He'll never understand the fondness people have for life without a bit of sweetness. Not the rubbish cloying nonsense Americans prefer, but something better than dirt. There ought to be a midground.]
It's nice. Not necessarily an every day thing, but nice. But not everyone's okay with finding a warm cherry at the bottom of their tea cup. Still, if you're ever curious...
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Can't blame a girl for checking.
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D'you want to come in for a bit?
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[He shrinks back into the suite, to give her more room.]
You prefer coffee, yeah?
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[He funnels himself into the kitchen and starts to prepare beverages.]
He's certainly not careful about the belongings of others.
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[She doesn't make a comment about not needing to hide the flavor of coffee. Some people take that kind of thing seriously.]
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[He'll never understand the fondness people have for life without a bit of sweetness. Not the rubbish cloying nonsense Americans prefer, but something better than dirt. There ought to be a midground.]
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[Wryly, not taking it too much to heart.]
Just the same, I'm all right with the tar.
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[He'll fuss with kitchenware in the interim.]
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[Not that everyone takes it that way, but in Natasha's experience that's a particular habit that tends to put off Western tea drinkers.]
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Yeah? Not something I've thought to try. Might be shorter than dunking a biscuit in.
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[She actually sounds rather fond.]
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