He's tried to keep himself all level-headed and proper for the potluck, but that hits him like a sucker-punch. His face scrunches, but there's no disgust, nor confusion. Nothing negative whatsoever.
He barks a laugh, louder than he meant to, and from the looks of it, this poor bastard doesn't laugh nearly often enough.
"Oh--- god, you poor, depraved soul!" He's simmering down into quieter laughter, but that still is clearly getting his ass. "Say no more, I've got you."
The teapot is a quaint, porcelain thing, and he holds the lid gently. There's a couple teapots around it, but the way he instantly goes for one indicates that this one is by far the winner of the bunch. Before he passes it over, he adds only a half-pinch of sugar. Something to really bring out the lighter notes of this particular blend.
"Here, here. Tell me if you like it, but if it isn't, ah... your cup of tea, pun half-intended, I've got a milk tea and the closest thing to a Yorkshire breakfast I could find as well."
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He barks a laugh, louder than he meant to, and from the looks of it, this poor bastard doesn't laugh nearly often enough.
"Oh--- god, you poor, depraved soul!" He's simmering down into quieter laughter, but that still is clearly getting his ass. "Say no more, I've got you."
The teapot is a quaint, porcelain thing, and he holds the lid gently. There's a couple teapots around it, but the way he instantly goes for one indicates that this one is by far the winner of the bunch. Before he passes it over, he adds only a half-pinch of sugar. Something to really bring out the lighter notes of this particular blend.
"Here, here. Tell me if you like it, but if it isn't, ah... your cup of tea, pun half-intended, I've got a milk tea and the closest thing to a Yorkshire breakfast I could find as well."