Slowly and eloquently, the old man put the cup to his lips, Max's question lingering in the air โ answered only by the extended, calm sipping of tea.
Very, very extended actually.
โ One mystery before the other with you... โ He'd eventually say, placing the teacup back onto
I sit in front of the quaint teacup set up. That blue police box in the corner of the room is so comedically out of place at the moment that I have temporarily disregarded its existence. One thing at a time. Questions are too easy to lose track of.
Sip. Mm. Soothing.