Oliver giving a small empathetic smile after Claude had mentioned wanting to hear his grandfather's stories again made him think more about their differences; Besides status they really weren't all that different as people who also have feelings and suffering.
Oliver's eyes glanced down at Claude baring his hands inside his pockets which made him frown and look at his own hands, he started to think how he was used to the cold unlike this gentleman.
Oliver then grew an idea and took off one glove, holding it out for Claude to put on for their way towards they next destination; having one cold hand you can comfort with a gloved warm one would be of more comfort than nothing after all.
The tea room was in the town square, a marquee overlooked by a nearby cathedral. Sellers had now lined the early morning streets, creating a market scene in the heart of the town.
