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High Tea
...as it should be...
When in Rome, do as the Romans.
When in Chicago, do as the Windy City'ers.
In such situations, an active imagination is most helpful.
'Quite, darling. Would you be so kind as to pass the creme fresh?;
'But of course, Reginald, my dear.'
'Thank you, Tiffany. Are you enjoying your dainties?'
And so on...
No imagination need be required for such a tasty meal, snack, or whatever one desires to make of the outing.
'I say, old chap. A few more of these crab cakes would hit the spot. And for you Marigold?'
'I would just kill for another one of those roast beef fingerlings, Jenkins.'
'Best be fast, Jenkins. My Mari, does not like to be kept waiting.'
'Oh, he knows I was joking.'
'And I know you were not, my dearest sun flower.'
Nothing says class like infinity mirrors in the crapper... or taking your picture therein.
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