The teakettle whistled, causing Rupert to relax slightly. Carefully, he poured some boiling water into the teacup and then filled the teapot. He had finally found a decent source of oolang and as he let the infuser steep, he wished he was back home with his tea service instead of in this provincial backwater.
He sipped his tea, dreaming of Jaffa cakes. Nothing in The States was to his taste, including his slayer. He couldn't even understand what she was on about, most of the time. He was just going to have to make her learn to toe the line.