No, no. He needed lemon. His Earl Grey was weak as milk, anyone could see, and Grace gave him a squeeze of lemon in his cup before pouring steeped tea from the pot. "My mum always says that tea is meant to steep a very specific amount of time, and the people who don't like it are the people who are doing it wrong." Granted, her mother was a precise and imperious person, much like Grace.

"My goodness. How do you have time to take care of your owls with all the time you spend on sharpening quills and designing stationary?" That was three binders, that was. It wasn't exactly a hobby at this rate.