It had been a rhetorical question, of course. Mars hadn't anything remotely resembling a cafe, as far as Slaine knew. Thankfully, Asseylums excitement seems to be the prevailing emotion shared between the two of them, and a waitress comes over quickly to bring them a pot of tea, two cups with saucers and little plates to share the platter of petit fours.

They really did look quite pretty, but his company was far prettier than any of the little cakes ready for the taking.

"You do the honours." He'll just...pour the tea. Give him a moment. "Do you want to take your tea black or with milk and sugar?"