The last time Jamie had had real tea was on Zokez II, and he'd forgotten what was like. He may not outwardly show his enjoyment of it as much as the Doctor, but he still enjoys a good cup of it now and again. A tiny sip turns into a larger one as he decides that it's now at the right temperature, and parts of him he didn't even realize were tense relax just a wee bit.

"I don't blame ye for that. It's not the same there." No matter what your brain thinks. And right now, he fully believes the real thing is much better. "Remind me to get ye some more, next time we're somewhere we can."

Stashes can only last so long, after all. He lifts his cup again, shifting his wrist just a little when the morpher bumps up against it. He's still getting used to wearing those. Kaylee gets a wistful glance from over the top of the cup. "I don't suppose ye have any biscuits in one of those stashes, do ye?"