It was tea time. Wriothesley sat in a nice parlor, considering if he should invite over Neuvillette. Pastries sat nearly on a table, and the tea steamed. The smell was heavenly. He smiled.

Wriothesley: "Ah, tea time. The best time of the day." He took a sip from his almost comically large tea cup and sighed contented. "The Fortress is secure, the tea is hot, and the sun is out. Today might just be the perfect day." He smiled to himself.