“Are you still bothered by the explosion a few days ago?”
Thalia Turner asked Rozelyn as the old lady placed a bunch of almond cookies and a teapot of English breakfast tea on the living room table.
“Yes.” She answered. “The sound of it was definitely deafening and haunting.”
Thalia grinned. “You should get used to it. For the next centuries of your immortal life, you should be used to hearing explosions and the likes of it.”
“I know, dear Thalia.”
She poured Rozelyn tea on her cup carefully and with precise manner.
“Milk?”
“Yes please.”
“Sugar?”
“Just three sugar cubes.”
They then drank their tea while enjoying the almond cookies that her former nanny had made for her.
