Several others had watched her prepare the tea though none had thus far shown the notion to join her. Apparently a noble brewing tea was an odd concept to some. Part of Lan wished she had company but if she did not? That was there loss, not her own. Her tea was perfect. It needed no sugar and it held just the right aroma and flavor. Lifting her cup, a single sip was all that was needed to make her smile. Sometimes the best things were the smallest of things.
Orangeish Sherbert