No Earl Grey? I've changed my mind. This world is hell after all. [ He sighs dramatically and slumps forward onto the table. Valmont takes his tea very seriously.

He revives somewhat when France brings out the selection, though, studying the tins intently. ] Of course they all have bloody stupid names... I'll defer to your tastes, I suppose. First flush it is.

[ He gives another sigh, looking at the talisman still clutched in his left hand. ] Why couldn't one of these have been the tea-summoning talisman? [ It'd be a lot more useful than astral projection, that's for sure. ]