"It's fine! I can just make more of it, didya want some too?" (from raphael !)

    elke holds the half broken teacup in her hands, both wrapped around it with care to mind the ruined edge. there's a distinctly childish quality to the way she grips it - like a child with a precious item.

    " oh. i couldn't possibly bother you. i already ruined this one. and look - the poor tea cakes. "