A knock on the door revealed
Twelve cloaked dwarfs and a cloaked wizard,
Barging and bustling to my table expectantly.
Bemused, I took the kettle and shuffled out teacups.
Then the wizard grimaced and inserted,
“I will not drink that tea, only coffee will do for me.”
A little shaken, I surveyed the sea of beards.
I pursed my lips, shook my head, and brought out the shortcake.
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