The Socialite nodded as he took the seat across from the Tailor, the movement practiced and poised. "It is a favorite of my spouses and I, Beatrice's is. Many a stressful night has been followed by an Elevenses or Devonshire Tea here. As well, for the sophisticated person in a position of authority, any 'negotiations' must be just as sophisticated and subtle."

The Socialite waved away the thought. "Ah, but pardon my manners, you've invited me to tea so kindly and I've yet to ask why. Unless it's simply pleasant company you seek, of course, in the case of which I am more than happy to provide. Our companion did say that company and, in particular, the Sunlit Special may be an effective cure for the night terrors that plague us."