"It will not, of course," Xel corrects him politely, smiling, "be my treacle but my honored customer's, until this meddlesome person has adjusted the recipe beyond decency. However, my honored customer is both welcome and invited to return on the morrow. As for the teas, there are those to make you dream, those to relax the inhibitions-less than wine, but without the closing down of the brain and toxication of the blood--teas for clarity and teas to drift on. And the usual blacks, greens, florals, and herbals, of course."