Well let me have a bit of anticipation then, call it a Prince Tax though if I catch you throwing tea into a bay, I will be very unhappy with you.

[ What a perfectly good waste of tea. ]

No throwing tea, if you do-- I shall not give you a single kiss until you have fished them all out.

[ He runs a tight ship here, okay. He does reach over to lightly and delicately-- almost uncertainly, push a lock of curled hair behind Alex's ear though it does not stay there.. of course it would not, it-- like Alex, is made of perpetual energy and motion. ]