The titan blew steam from the small cauldron and then sipped.
“Is there enough sugar in yours?” She had given him five lumps, which was usually the correct amount.
His eyes fixed on her face. “Just right.”
Beatrice blew upon her tea (which had no sugar) and sipped.
There was a c***k upstairs, and Jim twisted around in his seat. His right hand slid behind his back, and his left knee knocked into her thigh. Tea sloshed over the lip of her unbalanced cup and splashed upon the bust of her green dress. Hot liquid seeped into her corset and stung her skin.
“Oh,” exclaimed Beatrice.
Jim looked over and asked, “Are you burnt?”
“Not significantly. I’ll be fine.”
“If it’s gonna blister, you should put a tomato on it, quick.”
“I’ll be fine. I was just startled.”
Nodding, the titan set down
