The little tea luncheon that Charlotte always set up on Sundays at the Gallery that usually got ignored was getting more than enough attention today, thanks to the little Chinese girl who seemed absolutely in love with being all adorable and polite and serving the tea and nibbling the little tea sandwiches and being all cute and proper about it. It would seem that Charlotte's supposed adopted daughter was quite the little lady, which, really, only made sense. Charlotte watched little Shayla fondly as she babbled (a lot of it kind of incoherant, but Charlotte nodded along), long streams as she tried to sit nice and straight in one of the chairs in the reception hall, only interrupted by when the little girl wanted to run about the gallery and oooh and ahhhh at all the
really big and prettiful, colorful pictures.
"Buh no tut-ching!" she reminded no one in particular.
The York Gallery was open!