Personally, I was a bigger fan of the feasts. [Especially the one after the Battle of the Eagle and Lion... horribly bittersweet though it is, in hindsight.] But, you can't go wrong with tea, either.

[He leads her into the cafe, picking out an empty table by the window. Though the interior is just as scenic as outside, as with much of Camelot's architecture, there's a tree and its roots snaking their way through and out of the cafe, along with a fountain in the middle.

Naira hops up onto the chair to try to steal it from under Claude before he can sit, so he scoops her up and places the cheeky little wyvern on his lap.]

Oh no you don't. [Then he looks at Dorothea.] So... What tea's your favourite, since you know mine? If they have it here, we could share a pot.