She has such an odd way of speaking, and she talks about sugar like it's a huge expense. As far as he's concerned, the expense of a sack of sugar is pretty on par with a bag of apples or a bundle of carrots. Which means she comes from a very different world than him--or time, but he assumes world.

"Well, you'll have to talk to someone else about the gin," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. He's promised himself not to even begin to threaten his sobriety by touching anything alcoholic. "Chocolates shouldn't be too expensive to get on the outside. Bon bons, probably, but not chocolate. Where are you from?"