She is presented with a teacup and saucer of a more modern make than she may be accustomed to, but as far as Picard is concerned they are fine pieces. The tea is Earl Grey, and it is brewed both strong and hot. With a simple gesture, he requests some milk and sugar from the woman tending to the bar.

"I'm afraid I have not. Though, judging from your expression, I may venture a guess that they don't have good tea there," he replies, smile faint. He, too, takes immense pleasure in a good cup of tea, and appreciates those who find it in them to smile as brightly as this woman over the same pleasures.