The Tea Party - Part 5

Oliver just shrugged and settled back into his seat. "Please," he said. If he had to deal with the likes of Lancelot, he thought he might as well get a pleasant tea out of it.

"Well, the Patrick's are considerably less masculine than I'd heard it last said," Lancelot said idly, pretending to hide his smile, when all he was doing was magnifying it.

"Mary – show him the blackberry tea, if we still have some," Asabel said, smiling at Oliver. "It's quite delicious. It is amongst my favourites, though my retainers tell me that it's too sweet for them. It would be wonderful to have someone who could appreciate it."

Oliver inclined his head in agreement. Whatever the berry, generally, he would like it. He didn't think he'd yet sampled blackberry tea. They'd dried strawberries from the summer, apparently, and that was what he usually found in the dining hall.