Soren's interest was immediately piqued.
He leaned slightly closer to Buttermint, clearly expecting this senior of his to continue explaining.
Buttermint noticed. Of course he noticed. A slow grin spread across his butter-stained face.
Then he wagged a finger.
"If you want to learn more," he said lazily, "all you have to do is join the Tea Party."
He snapped his fingers.
Click.
Instantly, the butler-like student beside him moved.
Scholar stepped forward smoothly and placed several neat stacks of paper on the table in front of Soren.
Along with a pen.
Soren blinked and looked down. On the very front page was a symbol. A beautifully drawn jug pouring tea into a delicate cup.
The unmistakable emblem of the Tea Party.
Underneath it—
One word stood boldly across the page.
Contract.
Buttermint leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his stomach.
"All you have to do," he said casually, "is sign it." His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Soren.
