"I don't know." No, she really doesn't. Kate sees he's not that much younger than the Charles back home, give or take thirty or so much years. Never getting used to these younger and older versions of everybody, by the way. It'll always be more annoying and confusing than it needs to be.

"I guess I was expecting if that tea offer was still on the table," she laughs, hanging her head but taking a moment to push back the dark hair that falls into her face.