Veronica pulled them into a living area, and through into a small playroom, full with toys. In the corner is a small table and chairs set, where all but one have been filled by teddies and dolls. "Come in you can sit here." She let go of Grantaire's hand and moved some of her toys. "They can share, they are only little. Here, Mr Grantaire. Here, Mr Orange-us. Uncle George will serve the tea."
She looked up. George draped a white napkin over his arm and bowed to them. "Take a seat, gentlemen."
Grantaire chuckled and took one of the little chairs, his knees brushing the edge of the table. "Thank you, Miss Veronica."