"Oh, well." She relaxed, taking another sip of her tea. "I don't really like to drink alone. I'm actually not much of a drinker."

She gave him a small smile. Why was he so nervous? She thought about the flowers... was something more going on here?

...probably. Jeeze, Molly, way to be dense.

Hells bells. Now what should she do? Under average circumstances, it might be nice to go out (would be nice, what is she talking about) with a Boromir-look-alike. But she was practically certain that someone from the Napoleonic Era would have different... expectations and... okay, she wasn't sure this was really what she needed while being locked in a glass jar.