brew-tea-ful

Gilda slid into the lesson and hardly noticed the brown kid with the floppy ears wasn't one of her siblings. She had to do a double take, and then drifted closer to poke him with her nose. "Oi! Where'd you come from?" She queried, her tail waving excitedly, completely distracted from the lesson at hand. He smelled... really pretty. Much prettier than the bowls of whatever her mother had laid out.

Her curiousity... kinda sated for now, she settled herself where she could keep an eye on the stranger, any funny business and she'd give him what for! Well, until she got distracted by the pretty teapots her mother had laid out. She was sure this was meant to be some sort of healery lesson, but she was more interested in the way her mother made the tea. It was so... practiced. Precise. She wanted to learn how to do that, she didn't care what the tea tasted like, she just wanted to look pretty making it.

"speech"