“Well, you are posh now, and posh people like tea.” she lifted an imaginary cup to her lips while holding her pinkie out just so. She had thought herself a devil when she had first started at the tea room and begun scooping up all the little loose change the customers left behind. Until someone pointed out that the change had been left for her. So now here she was out shopping with her best friend and somehow her old Astronomy professor and a little bag of coins she didn't have to beg for. What was her life turning into?