Pretty girl, neat place, smells that aren't terrible - could be worse. Remy smiles, charming but not flirtatious (even he knows it's a dick move to pull that on someone while she's working), and leans on one elbow, facing her.

"I dunno if I right know enough to be askin' questions," he admits, though he doesn't exactly sound abashed by his ignorance. "Never did drink much tea, but when in Rome, no? You got any favorites?"