"Black'll be fine." To be honest, she had a habit of drinking tea however it was given to her, as it was usually done in a rush, like a lot of things in her life. "They are exceptionally good at finding ways to do things quickly, I must say."

She squashed her teabag against the side of her cup, then took it out, "Um...no, sorry, I never really paid attention to much history." Well, she had, but only since she'd got here, and she wasn't about to let slip a man's secrets, even to his wife. That would be unfair. She knew what it was like to hide things from even the people closest to you, and she wasn't about to mention it. Unless, of course, Marguerite admitted it was her husband and then all could move on.