“I looked at Judith. "This sounds strange, but I don't suppose you saw three mad women with a cauldron of boiling tea pass by this way?""No," she replied. The polite voice of reasonable people scared of exciting the madman."Flash of light? Puff of smoke? Erm..." I tried to find a polite way of describing the symptoms of spontaneous teleportation without using the dreaded "teleportation" word. I failed. I slumped back into the sand. What kind of mystic kept a spatial vortex at the bottom of their cauldrons of tea anyway?”

“Jack grabbed Phil's arm to teleport back to Romatech.Phil muttered a curse. "If you say one word about this to the other guys, I will stake you in your sleep.""Don't worry, sweetheart. If they find out about this, I'll stake myself.”

“Gran was just being polite. Southern people are supposed to be polite and gracious. She's trying to show me how to be the same way.”

“I told her tea bags were just a convenience for people with busy lives and she said no one is so busy they can't take time to make a decent cup of tea and if you are that busy you don't deserve a decent cup of tea for what is it all about anyway? Are we put into this world to be busy or to chat over a nice cup of tea?”

“Despite all the evils they wished to crush me with/I remain as steady as the three-legged cauldron.”

“With melted snow I boil fragrant tea.”