[Eight chuckles at the southern drawl, shaking his head in amusement.]

Well, I'd actually just meant to be chivalrous, but as you wish.

[Then she smiles and...well, then. His future made a hell of a lot more sense all of a sudden.]

I...ah...have never done very well with mothers. I take it we get along eventually?

[He starts strolling with her in the direction of the tea house, hands returning to his pockets.]

I hope I don't stay mad at her forever, if she makes an excellent cuppa.