That afternoon, they were scheduled for the iconic event the Empress was known for—afternoon tea in the “tea lobby,” as the check-in clerk had referred to it. They were told by the producers that they should “dress smart” for the service because the hotel frowned upon overly casual dress. “So I should leave my Mariners baseball cap in the room?” Chappy wondered.
“Exactly,” Martha had answered. “And don’t even think about that Elephant Car Wash T-shirt or those ripped jeans I know you’re packin’.”
“But they make my basket look so tempting!” Chappy cried, inducing a smile from Cody and a trademark smirk from Martha.
“That may be, but they are all about decorum at the tea service. We’re not dropping over a hundred bucks Canadian for tea so you two can embarrass us and hold up the very Amer
