Luckily for Caduceus, Jim could talk for hours on end about his job, space, Starfleet, what have you. Here, there was little reason to stick to the Prime Directive (and even if there was, Jim always sucked at it anyway), so he was all too happy to share as much as he could, or answer any questions Caduceus might have.

"I try not to overcomplicate much," he assured Caduceus with a smile. Some things he may feel a little more out of depth, and that in itself made him overthink it, but for the most part, he liked to keep simple; and yes, honest. A little subterfuge was necessary when on a mission, dealing with certain delicate situations, but here? No, absolutely no need for it.

Jim looked a little puzzled as Caduceus patted himself down, then let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, no. You don't need to, the cafe will have its own tea leaves already. We just have to ask for it," he waved a hand at him. His eyebrows rose as Caduceus mentioned a graveyard. "It's fine, I can pay for it. I'm sorry, did you say a graveyard? Now you're gonna have to explain that one to me." How did one get coins from a graveyard, anyway?