"It has changed quite a bit," Juliana said sympathetically as they walked out towards the street. She wondered how the time frame of since I was in school for Miss Smith compared to her own. Jules had never been very good at guessing ages, but she thought she probably would have remembered if Miss Smith had been one of her classmates. Come to think of it, there might have been a Mr. Smith when she was in school... but it mightn't have anything to do with the Miss Smith standing before her now. Smith was hardly an uncommon name, and it could've been shared by any number of magical families.

"Most people go to The Painted Lady for tea these days," she said with a frown before lowering her voice conspiratorially. "But there's a much better tea shop two blocks away that hardly anyone knows about. We ought to go there. The scones absolutely melt in your mouth and the tea isn't too sweet. It's too sweet at The Painted Lady, I think," she continued. "It makes whatever your having with it seem bitter by comparison, and tea oughtn't to do that."