The new people that have found their way to the farm house are interesting, in that way most new people and experiences are for Winnie. Until the shininess of their newness wears off, she doesn't mind at all that at least one of them seems keen to follow her around like a little lost duckling. Granted, even after it wears off, she probably wouldn't mind, such was the nature of her, well, self.

It's amusing too. She's not sure why the woman is drawn to her-- because they're both British, maybe? Something familiar in an unfamiliar world? Was it one of those fabled crushes she'd heard about, a young infatuation?

Interesting.

So Winnie does nothing to deter it, of course, too curious to where it may lead. As Lily found her, Winnie looked up with a look of pleasant surprise, closing the book she'd been futilely attempting to read (it only had boring weather and crop data, boo) to accept the mug.

"Close enough is, well, close enough! I'll accept it." She laughs and softly blows on the tea a little before taking a sip. With a pleased sigh she gives Lily a look of gratitude. "It's wonderful, dear, especially compared to anything else we've had to make do with. Come, come sit!"

She gestures for Lily to sit with her at the nearby table, her skirts swishing about her as she takes her seat. "How have you been settling in? It's all a bit much, isn't it?"