“Viktor,” Melinda agreed with a smile and a small nod that settled the progress away from keeping to the strict(er) formal titles.
“An angel?” she burst out in a light, amused laughter. “Hardly, but thank you. No, I’m just British and a trained pastry chef, so I grew up with tea and was trained in matching the treats I make with both tea, coffee, and wine.” Pausing for a moment, she gently tucked the little boy’s collar in when a line of his neck was exposed to the chill wind. “That, and preparing High Tea was a weekly thing we did as part of the training for the Superior Diploma. Have you ever had High Tea?”
They walked for a bit before Melinda cleared her throat. “May I ask how old your daughter is?” She looked up at Viktor. “I’m asking because I’ve been trying to find the best suiting decorations for my new products, so I have quite a few extras of, well, just about everything, that you could bring home with the tea.”