At least the tea was good. Michelle had to give Puddifoot that much. It was just the right strength and hadnt been stewed at all. It certainly didnt need five sugars in one cup. That was just ridiculous.

Another thing that was ridiculous was the food. It was very pretty, but it tasted horridan irony that Michelle didnt know how to reconcile. Of course, Luke didnt seem to notice this problem at all. He just kept eating the nasty sardine sandwiches like they were great, claiming that their looks didnt matter in the least. But didnt he notice their taste?

How are the biscuits? he asked.

Oh! She placed the half eaten biscuit on her plate and dabbed her napkin at her mouth. Its very sparkly, isnt it? But it isnt quite a peppermint toad. Michelle sipped her tea again and pushed the biscuit around on the plate. That reminds me, maybe when were finished here we can swing by Honeydukes. Ive been out of peppermint toads for two weeks.

The tea was making Michelle even warmer than before, and she finally gave in and shrugged her cloak all the way off, sitting up a bit straighter to keep that button from pulling.

"What do you think those are?" Michelle asked, pointing to a pile of narrow rolled up pastries with some pink leafy substance poking out of the ends. Whatever it was, it didn't look promising.