"The usual ceylon blend is fine," Barty told her, relaxing enough to shrug out of his coat as he sat down. "I have to admit, I drink tea as much for the milk and sugar as anything else. Thank you."
Barty accepted the tea tray and began constructing his usual sweet beverage from the milk jug and bowl of sugar cubes. Unable to resist, he popped one of the cubes in his mouth, giving Padma a slight smile as he crunched on the sugar. He washed it down with a sip of his tea. "You're quite young to have your own business," he observed, genuinely curious about Padma now that he knew he was safe. "How do you find it?"