brew-tea-ful

Gilda kept one ear turned towards the question the other kids were asking as she mimicked her mother expertly scooping small spoonful's of leaves and carefully mixing them, careful not to spill and of the leaves outside the bowl. She then reached out carefully to the warm handled teapot and poured it over the leaves to steep. She gave the tea a careful stir and then left it, eyes almost crossing with the way they swirled in the cup.

How her mother sat so still, her shoulders back and chin held just so was going to take a little more practice, but Gilda did her best to mimic the stillness, only wriggling a little. Was it done yet?!

"speech"