brew-tea-ful

Pythia is far from daft. She hears the surprise in her mother's tone, but doesn't allow it to offend her. Everyone appeared to treat her gently as if she were going to break or fall apart at the next turn. It only made her more insistent that she needed to succeed. So when Modesty says she's right and tells her what the turmeric is used for, she puffs up her white chest a little more. Of course she was right!

With the help of Modesty, Pythia places her bundle of turmeric into the tortoiseshell to steep. "Can I add ginger? Would that help the pungent taste?" She asks, her paw still reaching out to grasp the shell and feel its warmth. Internally, she counts the seconds, knowing that if the mixture were to steep too long it would inevitably turn sour or bitter.

"speech"