“But the Porcelain Museum in the Boboli Gardens has the best tea cups in the world.  Where else was I going to go?” Jim Moriarty replied.

“Now, what do you think about the cream coloured set, or maybe the plum?”

“I’m not sure either of them is quite you,” Seb said.

“You may have a point,” Jim agreed.  “Ooh, look: his and his!”

“This one’s rather pretty.”

“If you like it, you shall have it.  Only the best for my Sebby.”

“Thank you.”

“And I’ve decided, this is the tea set I’m after.”

“Right, you know what to do.  Everything will need to be wrapped properly,” Jim said, removing a large packet of tissue paper from his bag.

“I did wonder why you needed that.  Most shops do the wrapping for you,” Seb said, as he disabled the alarm and opened the cabinets.

Once outside the museum, Jim said, “Sad as it is, I think we should be saying farewell to Florence for the moment.  We can come back another time to do some more shopping.”