"Hello darling, I have been expecting you." She quickly checks her pocket watch, her wide blue eyes scanning you over will a small smile that left you wondering if she was pleased. "two minutes late!" I muse, turning on my heel as I retreat into the house, expecting you to follow.

"While I knew when you were coming, I could not say why." she pauses in the doorway to the kitchen, puffing her pipe. "Olive dear, no one likes over boiled tea." She says in a stern coo to a redhead holding a kettle over the stove before her gaze returns to you. "Come, how do you like your tea?" The woman strides into the kitchen, walking to the counter to pour the tea.