"You're angling for a lot more than tea here, bud," Faye replied, her expression going darker before the woman with the shortest hair behind her popped an elbow at her ribs and shot her a warning look.

"No beating on the customers, Faye," she said, shaking her head.

"I -- fine. Take your tea." Faye unceremoniously slid a cup over, replete with a slice of lemon.