[Alexia doesn't know what else to do in her current circumstance, so she's having tea. Tea, as she believes, cures all ills - but finding oneself in a different world is proving to be a difficult problem to resolve, even with the application of heated beverages. Men, she suspects, would recommend something stronger - Alexia is turning to pastries, instead. She reaches across the table to help herself to an especially delicious-looking treacle tart, knocking her parasol to the floor in the process.]
spamming later than everything~