When we first moved to the UK, on the day the movers arrived to deliver and unpack us, I remembered my manners and asked if they’d like a cup of tea:
“Yeah, fanks. That’d be all ‘ight.”
Off I went, boiled the water, poured it over a Lipton teabag (from the American commissary), splash of milk, brought it in, feeling quite happy about the kudos I was about to receive for making tea with milk (something, I think, most Americans don’t do with hot tea).
“Blimey, not Lipton! Put ‘bout four more of those in there for us, yeah?!”