George's eyes went wide, and a small smile crept across his face as he watched the flower bloom in her palm. It was lovely; a bit disturbing to see sprouting from flesh, but pretty nonetheless. Carefully, he picked the tea cup she'd just filled and took a cautious sip.
It was tea all right, and perfectly brewed at that.
"All right. I believe you. You're Tea." George set the cup down and leaned forward. "How? Gods don't just spring into existence, and they're usually not restricted to just one thing."