She has never heard of Northumberland, but she can guess whereabouts it'd be, and she can parse the year easily enough.

"Thirteen eighty-seven," she breathes, eyebrows up in surprise. "Wow. That's... that's a long time before I show up. I'm in late 2003, myself. Charlie's my stepfather - he owns and runs the coffeehouse where I work as Head Baker."

"He's... calming to be around. Very grounded. Doesn't get upset easily. If you want upset easily, you talk to my mom," she says, wryly. "Which is why I don't, very often. If my mother's ire is the lightning, I'm the tallest tree on the plain."