Some people are so lucky. Ah, but it was no use. Afternoon tea cries out for leisure. Every child knows this. Little girls instinctively know what to do when handed a toy teapot.
Postures straighten, demeanors mature, voices sweeten.
Pinky finger awareness deepens. By some strange quirk in the cosmos at Tea at 1024, your motions too, become more deliberate. You carefully lift little pastries with mini tongs, when in any other situation, you would snatch them with your fingers. You take small sips, rather than swigs from dainty porcelain cups. You nibble at small sandwiches when, elsewhere, one gulp would finish them off.