"Tea," Litty declared abruptly, clearly grateful for something practical to focus on. "I believe we could all use some tea."
She moved with purpose toward a relatively intact cabinet in the corner, retrieving a small service that had somehow survived the previous devastation. With practiced efficiency, she prepared a steaming pot of aromatic blend, the familiar ritual creating a momentary island of normalcy amid the swirling tensions.
Seraphina accepted the offered cup with gracious appreciation, her posture shifting subtly as the confrontational edge receded from her demeanor. When she spoke again, her voice carried professional crispness rather than provocative undertones.
"Thank you," she acknowledged to Litty before turning to David. "I apologize for the dramatic entrance. Unfortunately, circumstances have developed that require immediate attention."
David's expression shifted immediately to alert focus, the previous awkwardness forgotten. "Angelica report!?"
