"Oh, perhaps just some water," Demelza answers, smiling at Galen, pleased for some reason that he's asked. She feels as though she's so often such a poor hostess, forgetting what to offer people and when that it's a relief to be in Darrow, where the rules aren't quite so steadfast and where it's acceptable to ask someone if they want anything instead of the proper drink at the proper time.

She'd never quite been able to establish when tea should be served and when it was right to offer canary instead of port. In Darrow it doesn't matter.

"Thank 'ee," she adds a moment later. "My head is all rattled still and some water'd be quite nice."