brew-tea-ful

The chipper sound of someone she doesn't know forces her to pause, ears moving to listen to the boy's voice. Her nose turns, inhaling in his scent just as Gilda is bounding over, loudly requesting to know where he had come from. Indeed, where was the boy from? Pythia is drawn to know more about the stranger, but her mother's instruction is quickly directing her attention back to the water laden shells.

She can feel the steam rise from the shell before her, washing over her face as a myriad of other scents do as well. Pythia doesn't quite understand why someone would drink something just because it tasted good, but she supposed it had its purposes. Preferring to know the medicinal varieties, Pythia leans down to begin sniffing at bowls. With her mother's direction so that she doesn't scent the same bowl twice, the pup leans back to think about her options.

Her paw lifts to one of the bowls as she speaks. "Is this turmeric?" Pythia questions, drawn by its tart scent of orange and ginger.

"speech"