"Oh, no, you are not," Selene greeted Weavile with a wave of her dainty hand. She was already getting her own cup of tea poured and ready (with honey, not sugar). She placed it on the table and continued speaking.

"Hello, Mr. Weavile. Would you like to take a seat?" She glanced around at the others. "What flavors of tea shall we be having?" There was a small list of flavors on a paper in the center of the table.