Neil does follow, putting onto a tray his own mug, the teapot, and the bottle of gin. He grabs the container of Darrow-brand fig newtons (figgy-rollups, what a ridiculous name) from the pantry shelf near the entrance to the kitchen, and brings them along too.

When they've settled, he lets her figure out how she wants to preface. The idea that whatever this all is will sound mad almost makes him laugh.

"Rosie," he said softly, "we live in a pocket universe filled with people from all over time and space. There were manifested nightmares a few months back. We were both kidnapped by some sort of snow-devil or whatever. There's--I mean, I can handle a lot of crazy. You know? It's awful, but I don't think I can get surprised anymore."

He sipped his tea, also heavily doctored with gin, and then took one of her hands to squeeze gently. "Just...start at the beginning."