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Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse! [ CLOSED ]
The cup of tea is still at a roiling boil, so you have to just sit back and wait a few minutes for it to cool off.
And by a few minutes, it ends up actually being closer to half an hour. The cup it's served in is some kind of dingy tin, bent and dinged from years of other people's use. There are suspicious metallic flakes in there that quickly prove to be actual metal shavings instead of any kind of real topping. You're lucky you don't have any squishy insides to hurt with that.
…Honestly, he has no idea what to even call this flavor. It burns at his magic in a sharp acidic bite, yet… kind of umami. Not floral, but definitely… green. More like a handful of weeds than any real tea leaves, and… dirt... . . . ?
Is that just bouillon in there? Why? Aren't these supposed to be teas?
"y'know. starting to think you guys might be trying to poison me. uh, 3/10."
YOU GAIN THE FAINT TASTE OF GRASS AND BEEF THAT WILL HAUNT YOU OVER THE COURSE OF THE NEXT FEW HOURS.
