Jazz is a sneaky mistress like that. And, well, so are the Spades. A person learns to enjoy that, or spends their life struggling against it. Chives, at any rate, is fairly Pleased that Zoë's chosen to enjoy both.

"Not slightly, Miss." There wasn't much that escaped Detection, after all, including these little blips in schedules. David had been known to get away with slipping the butler's Attention, but really--he was David. "Ought I mark this as a change?"

He'd certainly not object to bringing her tea here rather than her office. It was Genuinely Special, after all, being allowed these little Moments: hearing Victor sing, seeing Katya throw; learning Zoë played.