Jervis continued to sip his tea and sighed.
"I have an excellent idea. Let’s change the subject."
"Sure… I brought biscuits. Don’t forget about those."
"Did you just say biscuits?"
"As in what you Americans call… cookies?”
"Why did you call them biscuits? Not that I’m complaining, just curious. I usually ‘ave to hypnotize Americans into saying biscuits are biscuits."
"Oh, I try to use English English when around English people. My great grandfather on my father’s side was from England, you see. He moved to America to be with my great grandmother. Though he made sure his family didn’t forget where they came from. He was quite the Anglophile."
"Sounds like a good man~"
"It’s good that you keep to your English heritage."
"Only when I’m around English people. And it’s not like I pick up an English accent or anything. I’m not terribly English. You should have seen my great grandfather at Abberley family reunions though."
She chuckled and took a sip of tea.
"There would be a snack table and if you didn’t use the English term for what you wanted to eat, you didn’t get to have it. ‘Great grandpa, can I have a cookie?’ ‘No.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘There are no cookies here.’ ‘But they’re right on the table.’ ‘I see no cookies.’ And great grandma would come in and drag him away from the snack table."
"Eventually I learned that I needed to ask for a biscuit. Same goes for chips-slash-crisps and gelatin-slash-jelly."
"I don’t see why you Americans ‘ad to go and change everything."
"Yeah, it’s pretty dumb."
"Glad to see you agree~"