Emma's Tea Spot, Baltimore, Maryland, Thursday Afternoon

[mustbeawitch]

It was Lydia's twentieth birthday in a few days, which she very much doubted anyone remembered. She was trying very hard not to make a fuss about that, though it was very difficult. Look at her, maturing or something. Still, as the birthday girl she felt she was allowed a few liberties, such as moving Supper Club to the afternoon so they could have afternoon tea, a lovely English tradition she thoroughly predated but had been introduced to on the school trip to Canada. She did so hope everyone would enjoy it.

She had included in the message letting their usual suspects know about the time change and location a note that it might be fun to dress up a bit (she herself was wearing her newest dress, but that wasn't mandatory. Probably. Look, you had all met Lydia, right?

Welcome to Supper--er, Afternoon Tea Club, everyone!

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Re: Arrive and Mingle

[chef_chocobro]

"Very much so," Ignis drawled in confirmation, with his own aristocratic accent, the one not even possessed by most nobility where he was from, oddly enough. "A repost enjoyed by polite society all across the multiverse, it would seem."

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[fears_no_one]

Fortunately Ignis could not see the unhappy curl to Flint's mouth at that.

"And also myself," he said dryly.

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[chef_chocobro]

The thing about curling mouths, though, is that it did tend to also change the shape of words, albeit in subtle ways, but those subtleties were easier to catch when one wasn't distracted by looking at them as well.

Especially when you were quite familiar with reactions like that to thing like high tea....or even just vegetables.

"It isn't so terrible," Ignis assured Flint, "unless you're particularly hungry, in which case, just consider it a light snack before a heftier, proper meal. It tends to be just as much about the company as it is the tea and fare, and at least with that first part, you're in tried and true territory there."