"I've asked them to serve us on the patio." She settled a hand on Miranda's elbow guiding her in the right direction, her laptop against her other hip. "I thought the weather was good enough and it's always nice to eat outdoors." Bianchi agreed as they rounded the corner to see a homey little setup, three tiered trays of little finger sandwiches and scones and dishes of lemon curd and clotted cream to the side. Another tiered tray had petite desserts and the tea was already set out and hot for them.

"Please have a seat." Bianchi said, moving to the farther chair.