Richard Sharpe will wait for Molly Carpenter to take a seat before even attempting to seat himself. But that seating was fast because god dammit, he wanted to get at that tea. The Major hardly allowed it cool before taking a great big sip and...

"Eh?" His nose wrinkled. He leaned in. Sniffed it. Eyed the clearer, unmuddied colour. "I don't mean to offend, lass. But..."