[ Her gaze comes up to watch him at the sound of her name, and for a moment her expression softens with affection before she turns her attention back to the task at hand. Carefully preparing the last touches to the little teapot, she carries it back to her kitchen table and sinks down into one of the chairs. ]

Daechu-cha. [ She gives it the name it had been known by in her homeland, offering him a small smile. ] It is made from dried jujubes - which aren't technically found here, but I've found a type of date that is similar enough to mimic it. [ A pause, before she rethinks that. ] Ahh... which is what jujubes are, if you don't have those where you are from.