"Coming of age, starting new trends," Rosemary said, stepping close enough to incline her cheek beside Narcissa's while transferring ownership of the blossoms she had brought. They had been women of class and society for too many years before this one of war to break them of such habits, and she agreed as she took the opposing seat, "Earl Grey really is the best for an afternoon tea, unless there's something particular you're trying to pair it with. Classics never fade."
She waited, her back upright and her hands folded demurely in her lap after laying her napkin. It was so much nicer than Rosemary's usual afternoon teas these days, with no proper service by elves. Now it was an instantly heated cup at her desk with no trimmings at all, for work was far more pressing than the time for milk, lemon, or sugar required.