of troy, your mention of 'tea' brings to mind a story.

I was a foreign exchange student in Albury, NSW one year and wasn't given a crash course in Oz dialect prior to arriving. The first couple of evenings I was there I was asked if I'd like some tea. I responded 'no' as I really don't like tea - sweetened, unsweetened, or hot tea for that matter. After then seeing the family sit down and eat supper without me, I finally caught on.