Chapter 64: Alright, you win.

Peyton froze for a beat, then smoothed his expression and said, "Elijah, no need to be so formal. Pick whatever you like. I'm no cheapskate." "No need to stand on ceremony, Luciano. I'm partial to this little teapot. This one will do," Elijah Quinny said, unruffled. Marlee Casson murmured, "Isn't that just like the one we use at home?" Even Stanley Shayle leaned in, curious. "Elijah, what's the story with this teapot?" He knew Elijah never chose at random; the man always had a reason. Peyton...