Quen pushed open her window and reached outside to where she had a glass jug of tea hanging on a hook. She was always very careful to secure the tea onto the hook and to make sure it was in her hand before bringing it inside. She suspected that if she dropped a glass jug from two stories high, people might find that objectionable. They might even fail to appreciate the cleverness of figuring out how to make sun tea on the second floor.
Once she had the jug inside her room, she put a couple of fingers on the side of the jug and cast a very small Blizzard spell onto it—just enough to chill the tea to the point where the liquid was cold, not frozen, and a thin sheen of frost had formed over the jug. Going over to the freestanding cabinet where she stored her teacups and glasses, she pulled out a glass, filled it, and handed it to Amy, then went back for another glass, which she filled for herself. She set the jug on the table next to the window in case either of them wanted more, and then she settled herself back in the other chair, just barely remembering to remove the books she had set there.
"I've been well," Quen said, once all of the tea-serving had been done. "I've been studying a lot. I'm nearly done learning Aero, and then I don't know. I think we might move on to one of the more dangerous spells." She tried not to show it, but the thought of doing dangerous spells filled her with glee. Air and ice were all well and good, but Quen longed for the ability to control fire and lightning. She sipped her tea, adding, "How about you?"