Mrs. O'Riley bowed again slightly. She puffed up a bit, realising she was being given the choice. "I suppose one cuppa will not hurt anything. I will send the foot boy back to the house to tell the Mistress where we are." She looked at Emilie, who was being very quiet and staring at the younger of the two gentlemen. "ONE cup!" She repeated emphatically.
Emilie's eyes returned to those of her chaperon as she clapped her hands together. "That is perfect Mrs. O'Riley! Thank you for the suggestion!" She then stood, replacing the snuff box to it's place in her very full pockets, smoothed her skirt and tucked one of her auburn curls back in place. Despite the small tear in her hem and a small bit of dirt on her right cheek, she was a breath taking sight, slightly rumpled like a luxurious, warm bed on a cold morning, cheeks aglow, like an inviting fire.