"Tea would be nice, yes," Algernon said, his expression as near to pleasant as it ever truly got. He had no real reason to expect anything out of the ordinary today. Checking in with his children was a necessary headache, but no more than most of his responsibilities as head of the family. Mostly.

He gestured toward the seat in front of his desk, expecting Seraphina to sit. "Tell me, how is the Season progressing?"

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