An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He showed her how to pluck the flower without any damage, she carefully watched his movements. However, she couldn't help herself questioning the flower since having seen none just like the others.
"Are these what we need for tea?" She asked pointing the flowers with a hesitant face.
"Yes. We will make a white flower tea." She scowled with his approval, unwillingly question the name.









