Tea Party Ascendancy

Ah, the tea party, where biscuits meet solemnity and cake lists its grievances with fondness. Can you hear the kettle? I can't. It's not the kettle we're missing, but the end of this tale. Again.

It's always the same, isn't it? The sugar bowl's too full, the scones too crumbly. And yet, we sip, we chatter, the loop continues, like an old record, skipping the skip, finding more in the same.

How many sugar cubes did I say? Three? No, I think it was four. It doesn't matter, does it? The loop isn’t about sugar, it’s about the silence between sips that fills, and fills, and fills.