Sweet of you to say. Someone like Hilda would definitely rag on me for being gross. [He laughs, tossing the used pads into a trash can as they pass it. He has no problem leading her into town; it's the least he can do after all the effort she went through to help him.]

Have you heard of a thing around here called "cafes"? They serve tea. Maybe not up to exacting noble standards, but...

[If she's not fussy about it, neither is he.]