[ That is an insult to the dignity of tea, and Beatrice would not permit that. The witch heads into the kitchen, taking the tea tin and liquor bottle. She starts the heating element. ]
Understood. Chamomile for you, and the fiery draught of juniper for I.
[ She pours herself a swig of gin and tosses it back. Hypocritical? Maybe. But she was in perfectly fine physical health, and she could really use a drink. She coughs for several seconds after the gin goes down. Somebody isn't used to the hard stuff. ]
And honestly, tea bags? [ She flops into a chair, as she waits for the water to come up to a boil. ] Hmph!
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Understood. Chamomile for you, and the fiery draught of juniper for I.
[ She pours herself a swig of gin and tosses it back. Hypocritical? Maybe. But she was in perfectly fine physical health, and she could really use a drink. She coughs for several seconds after the gin goes down. Somebody isn't used to the hard stuff. ]
And honestly, tea bags? [ She flops into a chair, as she waits for the water to come up to a boil. ] Hmph!