So she wouldn't get the cheesecake after all, but pancakes weren't even remotely a bad stand-in. "Fine by me, cutie." Colleen smiled at him, lifting her tea to her lips before she peeled the orange. "So," she segued, "this 'Garden Party'." She glanced between her two companions and popped a piece of the tangy fruit into her mouth. She hadn't been there long enough to know or have experienced every event that took place at the teahouse. "Is it a tradition? What goes on?" Well--she chuckled. Besides the obvious.