"That would be me, yes. It is no real comment on you, being easy to recognise, Christy's is just rather deserted at this time of today. Of course, the effects of the war have reduced the amount of Kusarian visitors we'd meet on New London or anywhere in Bretonia." Noticing the slight bags under her eyes, Page remembered his original offer. "Before I sit down, would you care for that cup of tea? You mentioned trying some Bretonian styled ones, but Christy has quite the variety here if you'd prefer something closer to home."
He walked the short distance to the counter while waiting for an answer.
