"It's a bit of what's traditional from all over," she explains, "may I?" Rachel tugs gently at the menu he's holding, so she can lower it enough to point at things while she's speaking.

"So there's a couple of from-this-city traditional blends. This one's sort of like apples and mint. And that one, it's herbal. Pretty strongly herbal. This one here is kind of like sweet tea with lemon, only hot. There's your Earl Grey and Oolong. This one here is kind of a green tea, with ginger. And then this--well. I can totally recommend that to anyone who enjoys the fragrant bouquet you find when you stick your head in a cat's litter pan."

Her smile doesn't falter once, especially not with that last explanation, though it may have gained a slightly mischievous cast.

"I'm Rachel. I'll be happy to make you a pot of whichever you choose."