"Not this blend specifically," Jean admits after a moment, reading over the tin, noting the season it says it's grown in. "But we have some in the house - I like the fruity flavor."

A musky tea balanced with notes of bitterness, of course that's something Jean enjoys. He's well aware he enjoys wine - that's not remotely what Darjeeling reminds him of, but he knows it's made with grapes. It makes sense he'd gravitate to this as well.

The kettle whistles behind them, and Jean turns, flicking off the knob on the stove to give the water time to settle.