Talk:March Hare/@comment-27203698-20151113210427/@comment-26948680-20151127154852

I explain to her the ancient tea ceremonies of China, the vast development of of tea through all the social classes of England, the doom which lay on the day of the Boston tea party, tea leaves being dried in the sun, milk gathered from cattle by hand, of silver spoons and China teapots. This results in the response of "umm, give me a minute to figure out what your trying to tell me Hun." I reply "sure, could I have a spot of earl grey while I'm waiting?" She brings me the tea I give her the money plus a generous tip in advance before she heads of to try to figure out what I was saying.

I drink my tea in silence until I hear her say over the counter "well he did mention freshly squeezed milk but I couldn't do that unless I was..." She lets out an exited squeek of joy but by the time she turned to leap into my arms I have put a good five miles between myself and the cafe.