[As pointed out by at least one resident of this magical prison, Rip happens to be rather terribly British. And being rather terribly British, it would be remiss of him not to make at least some use of the tea rooms, wouldn't it?
(Of course that's not the true heart of his reason. He just won't reveal why quite so easily.)
The one he chooses to frequent today, however, seems to already be occupied. A young woman beats him there, although it would seem their purposes are quite different: he's looking for a cuppa, while she is lecturing what appears to be a delicately crafted piece of cake.
Welcome to Wonderland.]
Oh, you needn't worry about that. Whatever powers run this place don't truly care enough to bribe you specifically.
[Example? Rip approaches the table, sparking a second piece of cake to appear.
...
What? It looks rather good, and just the sort of thing to go with an afternoon tea.]
Action!
(Of course that's not the true heart of his reason. He just won't reveal why quite so easily.)
The one he chooses to frequent today, however, seems to already be occupied. A young woman beats him there, although it would seem their purposes are quite different: he's looking for a cuppa, while she is lecturing what appears to be a delicately crafted piece of cake.
Welcome to Wonderland.]
Oh, you needn't worry about that. Whatever powers run this place don't truly care enough to bribe you specifically.
[Example? Rip approaches the table, sparking a second piece of cake to appear.
...
What? It looks rather good, and just the sort of thing to go with an afternoon tea.]