Three weeks into our stay two of the large silverbacks had moved their families into the tent formerly occupied by the tea sommelier, a woman from Saint-Étienne named Océane. This was more than enough for the young woman who had previously worked exclusively in a tiny cafe run by the remnants of the Knights Templars in the head of the Sphynx. Océane resorted to a public outburst, demanding that the expedition return home. Trillian had her fed to an anaconda that afternoon saying "Order must be preserved," but then noting, sadly, that we were out of tea.
Trillian Stars with the final cup of tea
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