A blind date. Hyacinth had never tried anything of the sort, but with Matentine’s season here, the matching service provided by the Church of Sulfur had become more and more tempting until she’d finally given in and put her name into the pool of buns seeking a connection. What was the worst that could happen, after all? If the date went badly, at least she’d requested to meet at her favorite tea parlor. A cup of Earl Grey was always a delight in the still-...