Jubilee
You had a nightmare once, and came down to the kitchen in the middle of the night. I was drinking my tea, and you asked for a sip - and hated it. In fact, you spit it into the sink and I refused to let you have more. Over the next few days, my tea started to deplete faster than I could drink it, and no one else was a fan of that flavor. At the end of the week, I caught you in the act, and you admitted the taste had grown on you, and after that we both drank it - sometimes together, at night, when everyone else was asleep.