The kitchen smelled of honey, lavender, and the faintest trace of cinnamon as Gwen helped Simon and Sophie rummage through the cupboards for “tea party supplies.”“Do you think Uncle Arthur will like chamomile?” Gwen asked, holding up a small tin.Simon wrinkled his nose. “He says tea is for cubs and old bears.”“Then we’ll change his mind,” Gwen said with mock determination.Sophie stood on a stool beside her, stirring a bowl of honey with both hands. Most of it ended up on the counter… and her dress. “Can we have cookies too? Tea parties need cookies.”“Of course,” Gwen said, smiling. “We’ll make the best cookies in the Bearanstein house.”By the time they were done, the kitchen looked like a small tornado had passed through. Flour dusted the counters, honey dripped from a wooden spoon, and Ben had somehow gotten jam on his nose. Gwen’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much.When everything was ready — the tray of teacups, tiny plates stacked with cookies, and a pot of sweet, watered-dow
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