{ He's not surprised that she might be suspicious. Sharpe looks at the table, picking up what looks like a paper cartridge of powder but is actually sugar. He dumps a packet in, and stirs the mug. ]
Tea, ma'am. [ And Sharpe can't help but grin, just a little bit teasing. ] I didn't make it, so it ain't terrible-tasting.
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Tea, ma'am. [ And Sharpe can't help but grin, just a little bit teasing. ] I didn't make it, so it ain't terrible-tasting.