Mordred had been running slightly late, having come from halfway across town where his current job kept him busy. He had an idea he knew what his mother would want to discuss, and much as he was loathe to relive the past he could never decline an invitation from her.
Walking into the tea house he immediately noticed his mother and aunt, and unbuttoned his suit coat as he approached their table. Bowing slightly, he took his seat. "Mother, aunt, I apologize for my lateness. I hope the day finds you both well."