“We'd been waltzing and eating tea cakes with a murderer.”
“Cake and tea or death?”
“If teachers and grammar school editors find my jawbreaker sentences shatter their mushmilk teeth, let them eat stale cake dunked in weak tea of their own ungodly manufacture.”
“Her tea basket was still lost, but that didn’t seem to matter now. People used to eat loose tea on long journeys. They’d pack it into hard little cakes they’d pull out later, to gnaw on while they warmed their hands by a fire. The tea provided physical sustenance, but it was also considered good for the soul.”
“Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.”
“Would ye both eat your cake and have your cake?”