 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
What was...?
There was a clink and a teacup zoomed by, narrowly missing Kay. Blue eyes warily followed it so that she could seek out the person who had obviously summoned it. Ah, Kalen. The man was obsessed with tea.
Shaking her head slightly with both amusement and exasperation, she continued her way to the staff dais. "Good evening, Kalen,'' Kay said. "Your tea nearly crashed into me.'' The usual twinkle that had been missing for months now had returned somewhat. "What a shame it would have been if it had soiled my new dress.'' |