She stepped aside as he walked into the room holding a silver tray with fresh tea and a pastry of some sort which he called a scone. It looked and smelled delicious. She couldn't tell what kind of tea it was, but it had a very strong, deep scent. "Yes. Thank you very much. It's very different from what I used to wear but I like it very much better." She said smiling broadly, stepping over to him. "And the food smells delicious." She stepped over to the small table in the corner of the room beside the window and sat down. As she sat, she realized the whole time her cheeks had been pinked. She smiled to herself and laughed internally. She wasn't used to being treated so well.