It was, honestly, perfectly good tea. Even Charlie could do that. Now if she'd tried to make muffins herself for you? Best not be anywhere around. Far too dangerous. The grass still hadn't grown back from the time she'd tried to make brownies.

"Excellent," she said easily. "But boy, that boss of yours. He's an interesting guy. Or so I hear. You'd know far better than I, of course. What's it like working for him?"