"Tea is traditionally earlier than that," Robb pointed out, an amused, smirky sort of smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Zelda was trying, he supposed, though she'd missed it by a few hours. Taking tea was sacred to people from the British Isles - for Jon especially, who nursed on the stuff like mother's milk all day long and into the wee hours. One of the few traditions they could still hold onto with relative ease after arriving in the States once they’d regained their land legs and acquired a box of Tetley.
Mindful that Jon was on high alert and would grow tetchy as hell as the hours wore on, Robb decided it might be best to include him in on this afternoon's little meet and greet with Tiggy. That way he could see for himself that absolutely no hanky-panky would ever occur between him and Bedlam and thus Jon would hopefully ease off the pedal of the Green-Eyed Monstermobile. This was all business and nothing more.
"Do you think you might have a chance to swing by then Jon? Just to give her some kind of idea of what's to come from your end of it."
Up went the eyebrows again, and with it a bright sparkle of blue.
Play nice with Bedlam today and I'll give you a reward both of us are sure to enjoy.