28 Chapter 28 : Wonderland Tea Party part two

It all started out so swell.

My previous betrothed/new bestie, princess Lillian, My dead lover's sister/A.k.a my circumstantial new friend who treats me like a child, Dayan...Other people I'm friends with, (because I have many of those...really. I do.) and I were having a wonderfully swell time at this archaic tea party consisting of simple sweets (There are NO macaroons! Gah. The horror. I told Lillian they were my favorite but she didn't listen!) Like mini cupcakes, mini cookies, mini...Well, everything is mini at this wonderful party of hers. Even the lemon tea I'm drinking has a mini umbrella and there's a mini dress stained rather colorfully tasteful on the teacup I am currently holding.

The tea's good, I suppose. Basic in its nature, but alas, for some reason coffee is all the rage here, even though tea is far less...stale, and even though some are bitter, it's wonderfully delightful and the expansive flavors and colors are simply...Joyous to explore!

I spent a summer in the highlands of Scotland with mountains of tea and hard loaves of bread and too much time on my hands. Naturally, I got curious. And It was fun to see Irene and Sheri's reactions to the flavors. Those two are stubborn coffee drinkers. not that I blame them; Americans that they were. I was one too for a time. Before having my freedom and joy taken away by a stupid and foolish man and being carted off China to be a wonderful picture piece.

If only I hadn't enjoyed the music so much. hmm.

I also got into baking that summer.

I make a mean lemon honey bread.

Maybe I should make some here. Seems they don't have that particular desert.

Drake would've loved it.

He always had a sweetly sour tooth.

never liked anything too sweet and hated everything that was just a touch too sour.

I once dared him to bite into a lemon. It was a fun experience for me. Not so much for him.

Dahlia didn't show up until well into the tea party. Quite rude. and she was not invited, (you should gasp here.) Horrible manners, that is. You should always have an invitation to these types of parties. And be on time. And wear something far more APPROPRIATE dahlia! The horror that is her outfit would make you cringe in second-hand embarrassment.

So very ghastly.

Heh. I'm talking like a brit. Probably should stop, but as it is, this is fun. heh.