I had tea Wednesday at a lovely tearoom (something about the Britishness of having tea makes me call it a lovely tearoom, even though I don't actually talk like that) with a new friend who's just about to graduate. She is an MK and spent a lot of her growing-up years in England, so a lovely tearoom makes her feel at-home-ey.
She gave me the best compliment: "I told people I was having tea with you, and I told them 'Oh, she's like my big sister.'"
Yay! I'm someone's big sister.