As far as Susan had found, this town couldn't do right by tea at all. But every once in a while, when she felt the need to get something pastry-like, such as a pastry, she'd try it, all the while thinking that maybe it would be different this time.

This time proved no different, no.

As she was finding a seat, she happened to notice the woman at the table, finding the staring odd. So Susan stared at her, staring at the doughnut, only she was silently judging.