"The tea was filling but strange.  Wendy could have done with some proper sandwiches, pastries, or crackers.... But she appreciatively drank the strange reddish-brown decoction of leaves and twigs the Lost Boys swore was just like proper tea if you didn't think about it too much.  And in truth, it wasn't bad; it just wasn't the East India Company ( Read more... )

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