The smell of tea, of flowers, of sweet cakes and cream was hard to miss for some. For Frost it was a siren's call. As he cleaned the club room, he mourned the fact that the scent was being drowned out by cleaning chemicals but, nothing a nice cup could do later. Sneezing for a moment, the canine's fur fluffed out before settling, rubbing the cleaning agent over the wooden table. He liked things clean and with the table done-

Windows opened and almost immediately, tea was brewing. Anything to drive the smell away. More, he opened the door wide, not only let air flow, but just an invitation to have some company come join him.
Katarina Everard