Coincidentally, there is another such tea drinker today.

Not yet involved in new Milliways introductions, or in the mischief of Milliways magic.






Marian is seated at a round table in the bar. Skirts settled around her chair. A tea service tray with a fine porcelain tea set sits to her side, tea only finished steaming seconds ago, crumpets with dark bitter cherries resting on a matching plate. Marian, herself, is presently focused on a thin, dark bound book, with the single last name Rumi in the middle of the spine.