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The four of them made their way to the large balcony, where tea had just been served. King Richie swooped Lady Moustache into a walking side hug. They whispered to each other in German as to not be heard by the others. Unknown to them, Mr. Mann had studied theatre in Germany, and was passably fluent.

“I hate you!” Lady Moustache whispered to King Richie with a very present accent.
“I love you too…” King Richie murmured back. He had a huge shit-eating grin on his face.

Lady Turncoat expressed her astonishment when her companions spoke in a language that wasn’t English. Mr. Mann considered it strange that Americans only prioritised English, he believes learning other languages and cultures is crucial to understanding social and political divides. This was something his father had instilled in him and his sister.

The breakfast tea was poured from an exquisitely fragile looking teapot. It was carefully poured into four matching tea cups that sat gracefully in the centre of their saucers. The tea smelt divine, or so Mr. Mann’s affluent companions all chimed. Mr. Mann thought it just smelt like tea.

Lady Moustache sat in the seat across from Mr. Mann. As he sat he turned his cup’s handle to face his left hand. He looked up; Mr. Mann diverted his eyes, he was caught staring again.

“I’m glad you could join us, Mr. Mann.” Lady Turncoat initiated the new conversation.

“Actually,” King Richie started. “You two are joining Mr. Mann and I for tea. I had wanted to talk with him, but we can do that privately later today.” King Richie picked up his cup to drink from it. Without delay he placed it down, trying to not look like he had just burnt his tongue.

They chatted about trivial matters, diatribes and humorous subjects. Slowly the large tray of biscuits and sweets was depleted, enjoyed mostly by the Lady’s.

Lady Turncoat had just noticed something rather peculiar just below Mr. Mann’s...