He grinned and looked over, nodding as she spoke.<br/><br/><em>Figured it was out of the States, but I didn't want to go guessing. I imagine some people don't mind, but others take a mighty offense at you guessin' for them.</em><br/><br/>As they neared the cafe he took on a thoughtful look.<br/><br/><em>What I can do is head in and grab a menu, bring it outside and we can decide what all to load up with. And as for tea, I think they have Twinings and Devonshire which if I am correct are imports, and then several American brands as well. I don't drink coffee so I would be lost to tell you what they carry for that, I am sure it is something complex that I would not understand.</em><br/><br/>He chuckled. Half the crews he worked on and with couldn't get their boots on with out a quart IV hooked up and pumping coffee black straight into their veins. He had seen men fight 4 alrams and come out drenched is sweat and soot, half dead from exhaustion and heat, only to re-up their air, hit two cups of coffee an go again. Maybe that is why he did what he could to protect those people. They did what no others could, and to loose one of them was almost as bad as someone not awakening. He looked over, an odd look, but he asked.<br/><br/><em>Any dietary considerations, allergies or foods that you dislike or don't want to even think of? I mean, normal ones, </em><br/><br/>He slowed, waiting for her answer and yet making sure there were no people around who might casually be able to hear it. That was one thing that she might have noticed. He seemed to know where other people where, always watching, alert, careful of their privacy even on an open sidewalk.