"Tea sound exquisite, baby. As for food, I'll take whatever you've got. I've been eating like a horse, lately, I'm afraid," It was a good sign, though, considering how little she'd eaten, near the end. She was feeling better- maybe she was better off, now, than before. She could hope. The thoughts made her face fall slightly, but she pulled it right back up, smiling and nodding. "I'll have to leave this in your capable hands, though- tea's never been my strong suit. I can make a cafe cubano that'll peel your clothes off, but I never did tea well. Always tasted of grass."
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