The invitation arrived on perfumed parchment. It was gilded, ribbon-tied, sealed with wax, and smelled faintly of roses and doom.
Rei stared at it as though it were a death warrant. "You are cordially invited to a peaceful reconciliation tea party," the elegant script read.
The host was, of course, his older sister.
He paled. "She's… inviting everyone… to tea."
Drakana cracked her knuckles, flames licking between her teeth. "GOOD. I WILL SPIKE THE TEAPOT WITH HER ASHES."
Lilia brandished the holy parchment as if it were blasphemy. "This is clearly a trap."
Velveria smirked, shadows curling lazily. "Oh, it's definitely a trap. That's why we must attend."
Emilia sipped from her porcelain cup—which was empty, because she carried an empty teacup everywhere. "Ara, ara. Tea parties are for ladies. Let's see if she remembers etiquette when her teeth are scattered across the table."
Rosette just whispered, "Knives fit well in teapots."
