"Might be a risky flavor combination," Declan said, mixing the leaves in the strainer. He looked up and her and smiled, expression playful. "I'll have to join you, to review it myself."

He nodded at her question. "It's the Season," Declan said, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I've got the smaller press running still — I'll have to box things up after our tea, then I should be done." There would only be more invitations to print, for the rest of the summer — it wasn't the most interesting of their wares, but he did like hearing everyone's commentary on different events that rich people had.