"No, not really. Maybe a minute or two.", I guessed, my mouth already watering.
Amy was hiding the same fact by a sip of her tea. Back straight, small sip, no slurping and like classical Lady raised to Foreign Manners - it might be a bit of a discordancy to know, what she modelled in and what she usually earned her money with, but it looked good, very posh, in fact.
With a small smile, she challenged me.
Well, we were both of good houses, which also taught Foreign Manners, so I could not let that stand, chaging my sitting posture to proper posture, legs crossed by the ankles, legs together and upright.
Finn looked to Chris... and rolled his eyes with a small smile.