There's a grace to tea ceremonies, a tradition out of reach to the plain and simple way that Jayne was raised. He comes from plain stock, good stock. From earth and sweat and work and there are times that he fears to be in the same room as their ambassador. His mind conjures poetry--long lost from Earth that Was. She walks in beauty like the night and he doesn't know what it means except that it means her smile and her touch and the curl of her lips at the edge of her teacup when he finally, finally, gets the ceremony right.