Melinda looked up at him, noting the warmth in his smiling and finding it a shame that said smile wasn’t exposed nearly as often as it ought to be. “It’s the least I could do,” she said. “And please, call me Melinda, yes?”
She couldn’t help it, but her smile brightened a bit when he mentioned his daughter’s tea party, because while she might not know a whole lot about children – other than cookies were usually welcome – she did know tea parties, and had often enough had orders for young girls’ tea parties as a surprise from their parents. This she knew without a doubt, that she could help with. “She may pick up Earl Grey later, but the tea shop has some quite mild, caffeine-free and yet really tasty teas that I’ve often used when catering tea parties,” she said with a small smirk that was threatening to go shy from pouring out all this information at him. “Their gingerbread and vanilla teas have been the really popular ones, though their cup sized hand-tied flowering teas are just beautiful.”
Gesturing in the direction of the tea shop, she still kept his parcels, hoping to help out in any way she could. “What the Book is right on the way, so picking up an order there shouldn’t be a problem either.”