Clinking

From this lovely blog.

Anyone else for a pastry and tasty drink break? 

Sometimes I imagine myself somewhere fancy, where soft light is streaming in the windows and there are only the sounds of a far-off fireplace -- flames dancing, wandering around the wood -- and the soft clinking of silverware on fine ceramic, glasses clipping the saucers they're held on, evidence of people gathered together, sitting alone in a full room.