Alas, a sipdown. This was a very good tea, and I will miss it. Perhaps if I am ever in Pittsburgh, I can meet up with PrestoGeorge himself, if there is such a figure. Perhaps he will wear a fine cape and whisk a dove out of his jacket that will flutter around the establishment, hopefully not pooping everywhere. (For sanitation reasons! THINK OF THE TEA!) I will shake his hand, and then he will disappear into a mirror. Turns out he was pretending to be a fake magician, but he had real magic all along.