Felicity had already turned, walking with practiced grace toward the maid who'd called for her presence. Then she paused.
One step. Two. Halt.
She half-turned and arched a brow at the group still seated. "Well? Did your legs stop working from the sheer awesomeness of the tea I brewed?"
Feng didn't agree with the way she put that. It just didn't sit well with the girl. "Would you happen to be talking about the tea my elf mother brewed, with maybe one percent input from you? You wouldn't be such a shameless brat, would you?"
Felicity lifted her chin with a great deal of smugness, looking down on the black-haired, oriental teen. "Shush, Jiai."
Another round of scoffs and amused exhalations followed. It was turning into something of a tradition. Feng calling her out on being a haughty brat, just as Quinlan did for her back in Zhenwu, and Felicity brushing it off like the entitled heiress she was.
It was Aurora, however, who brought a thread of logic into the moment.