War never can be called a peach, I don't think. [ soft. so she knows there's a war, too. ] Or peaches, as the case may have been. [ ... two wars. ] But—

[ —there's a moment's pause. this moment encompasses two things: the tea finishes up and scuttles into place, and lily flicks her fingers toward the door of the shop. much like during her conversation with scorpius the door locks, the sign flips to closed, and the shades pull down over the windows. due caution.

only then does she speak again. ]

—but if violent means are the only way to get things back to the way they need to be, so be it.