Old Shank was dumbfounded at Philip’s shameless remark but simply shook his head in silent agreement.
Then, Old Shank looked at Zenith.
“Let’s have a cup of tea…” Zenith smiled and nodded.
“Let’s go.” The two vanished from the spot and reappeared high in the sky.
A tea table appeared in the air with a cloud beneath it.
Two stools made of clouds slowly took shape.
Old Shank waved his hand gently, and a purple teapot steaming from the spout appeared on the tea table.
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