When he complimented her, Anna sort of did a little curtsey, then said, "Why thank you, dear." She giggled a little to show that she was only joking by doing that, though. 'Tis the banter she'd adopted around Cope. "No, seriously. Thanks, Cope. You look much better than merely nice, too. I'm proud of you." This would have been the moment she'd reached up and lightly ruffled his hair, but she didn't want to leave it in a less-than-perfect state for when Cela arrived.

She smoothed out her dress and took the seat Cope offered, smiling in appreciation as she did so. "We can probably just wait. We're in no big hurry anyway," she responded. "Tea thingy, though? What tea thingy?" Did he think they were here to have some sort of formal tea party? Maybe they were, for all Anna knew. "Cope, you don't have to take this so seriously. We're just here to hang out and talk. Don't feel as if you have to do everything perfectly. Cela will have fun no matter what."