After dessert we sipped on strong cups of tea one of the luxuries we can afford to take for granted here in the trade routes.Delightful she said. If only for a little cream.Dont speak to me of cream Captain. I dream about milk at least twice a week. I run naked with milk running in rivulets from the corners of my mouth. I even miss humble parsley--zounds how Ive taken that weed for granted And butter Ill not describe my butter dreams theyre too depraved.Mabbot chuckled. We must leave something for dreams.