Proust on playdates:
"...[my mother] had already told me that, the next time I had friends to tea, I could invite Gilberte. There were two reasons why I did not dare do this. One was that, at the Swanns', the only thing to drink was tea; whereas my mother insisted that, in addition to tea, we should have hot chocolate. I dreaded the thought that Gilberte would think this was common of us, and despise us for it."
Tea it is.
And Horace is not really taking to the piano. But I'm working harder on that front than on toilet training.
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