Emma, with always a sharp eye, and a quick mind, knew that dawdling was not the best course of action in most situations.  So with a pleasant smile, she nodded approvingly at Lessard, and poured the tea with a steady hand.  It didn't take a genius to remember everyone's preferences, so she made very short work of doctering each cup to the drinkers tastes, before curtsying, and backing away.  She did pause at the door for a moment before leaving, in recognising Atticus' words with a reply of her own.<br/><br/>"<strong>The popularity of this esteemed tea house is especially pleasing, yes.  If you wish to watch the proceeding lineup, it should be starting...</strong>"  Here she paused, and glanced at her pocket watch.  "<strong>In several minutes.  I shall leave you to your drinks now, gentlemen.  If you should be in need of anything else, please feel free to call for me personally.</strong>"  She paused once more, before dropping her voice to a lower level.<br/><br/>"<strong>And if you should be in need of something a bit stronger than tea, you'll find the extra pot to hold a bit of brandy.</strong>"  Her hands worked to smooth out a few invisible wrinkles in her apron, before sniffing, sending them a small wink, and slipping out of the room to get back to work.