Chatting politely about social nothings, (how delightful the moon was, wasn't the spring glorious, had anyone seen the new cotton sateens from India?) Valentina leads the way to the Thimble from the tea shop.
Hamlyn stays nearby, though never so close as to impede the conversation. As they near the shop he heads in ahead of them, reappearing to gallantly hold the door for them.
Valentina smiles.
"Let's head into the salon." She leads them in, murmuring a cheerful good evening to the shop girl as they head through the shop front and into the cosy salon, full of sofas and handy coffee tables covered in sketchbooks.
She seats herself on a chaise longue, abandoning victorian propriety to slip off her shoes and tuck her feet up underneath her.
"Makes yourselves comfortable and then please, decide between you who wants to go first...." She gestures languidly to the sofas and armchairs around the room. "I think we have a couple of matters in need of clearing up, don't we?"