"I have, ah... Early Grey and some kind of... orange..." He rustled through a container of tea from the top of his fridge. "Orange Pekoe," he told her, reading aloud from the writing in the packet. "Sorry, not much of a tea person, I don't have a great selection."

He walked out to take a look at the picture with her, still holding the tea container. "Yeah, they are nice. I try to get out there to visit them every once in a while. They think I'm still in the military."