@ret @jk Also, that has unearthed the memory of poor little oik Tamber, on the way back from Somewhere in the mid-2000s, hobbling into the little cafe in Manc Piccadilly train station and uttering "Tea, please" (The code-words for "I would like something brown and liquid in a cup, that ostensibly came from boiling some leaves") only to go full deer-in-the-headlights when it turned out there was a whole complex tree of options beyond that, and I was already anxious about delaying everyone anyway