There was no garden, but there was a small table by a window, with a few potted plants on the windowsill. Jim directed Caduceus to it, gesturing to the seats. "How's this? Next best thing."

Once Caduceus seemed pleased, Jim took a seat across from him, and not long before they were presented with the menus. They knew what they wanted, though, so he didn't bother looking. For good measure, he asked Caduceus before ordering. "Do you want a special kind of tea, or just any will do?"

Not that they had a vast list of choices to begin with, but there were still a few he could choose from.