Rhett would’ve been the biggest liar on earth if he said he had expected her to go along with any of it at all. However, when she took the glass from his hand, he was absolutely delighted. She had a charm about her, that much was undeniable. Of course, he had no way of knowing about her Veela heritage, but it didn't matter a lick, because it wasn't that part of her that was so alluring to him. It was the innocent confusion spread across her face and the feeling that they had, at least to some extent, put one another off their footing. Rhett found himself trying to stifle a chuckle that threatened to rise out of his throat at any moment. He had always been one to laugh easily, but lately, those moments had been harder to come by. So, he was thankful for even the hint of it now.

He turned to follow his new guide out of the shop and onto the street. The shadows were getting longer as the sun was trying to disappear behind the horizon, and a certain chill fought with the remaining warmth of the air. Now that they stood at the tables, it became painfully aware to him that he had misjudged the size of the chairs. Catching her glance, he was pretty confident it had occurred to Tabitha as well. “Who designed these godda...” He caught himself mumbling under his breath, and stopped abruptly. He wasn't about to speak any profanities in front of her and worsen her impression of him even more.

When she had fully seated herself, Rhett found his eyes taking in the length of her figure, and he inwardly smiled at her crossed ankles. Like her, he wasn't sure who he was sharing his company with, but he didn't regret it for a moment—though he would've preferred to have pulled her chair out for her. He slowly lowered himself into the one opposite her, trying not to miss it altogether and end up on the cobble stone beneath it. Once he had situated himself, he placed his hat on a nearby hook that had perhaps been used to hang a flower basket that summer. Finally confident that he wasn't about to introduce his face to the bricks he smiled uneasily at her. He looked rather comical, a man of his dimensions occupying such a small piece of furniture. “It looks like you wrangled me into a make believe tea party.” He said, with a slight laugh at the end.

“No, ma'am, no I am not. I am from the United States. Texas to be precise.” He tried to drop the twang as much as possible and to speak clearly to her. He wanted her to enjoy his company and not to spend the entire time guessing as to what he was trying to say, and he had the hunch she'd been doing just that. “I am an Auror by trade, and I wanted to see the land where my mother grew up. That is why I am here, if you were at all curious. I am assuming you are from these parts yourself? Though, if I am honest, you don't sound exactly like the others, there is a little something extra there.” Rhett said before lifting his hand and turning it a little side to side to make his point, before lowering it again and wondering how on target he actually was.