Who: Lily and Pete Where: The Grey Pellican in London When: Tea-Time What: Tea, presents, and conversations Warnings: To Be Decided...
It was a simple old rhyme and stuck in Pete's head as he maneuvered his way along the road, toward the Grey Pellican, a nice place to have tea, one he'd known back home where it had been blown up by temporal rabbit revisionists.
He smiled as he saw it, bouncing along in a jouncy step, glad to see Lily again, and wondering, not for the first time, what he was doing. He was gallivanting with a young woman far his junior, and acting far under his age. And he had no idea why, save that, well, he liked her.
He rubbed his chin, freshly shaved, as he wandered along, a set of flowers in one hand, and the ribbon around a box in the other.
At the tea shop, he settled in to wait, the green and gray of the interior, while strange, displaying the riches of the owner, a retired superhero.