Mad Hatter’s Tea Party

Fuji watched with some trepidation as Otis poured the water over her ginger brew and her nose wrinkled as the sharp and bitter scent filled her nose. She wasn’t sure she had added enough honey.

Mimicking her mother, she blew on the shell-mug carefully, waiting for some of the steam to clear before carefully bringing the vessel to her lips. The taste was as sharp and bitter as it smelled, even with the addition of honey. She screwed up her face. “It makes m’ nose feel open, but it tastes terrible.” She answered with a shake of her shoulders and a poking of her tongue. No matter what mumma said she wasn’t gonna finish that.

“Speech”