Even though she was relieved to be somewhere that wasn’t near that ghastly lake Lily was still restless. For now, she intended to keep close to the farmhouse and collect herself, get her bearings, catch her breath, and prepare herself to try and roll with whatever was going to come her way. There wasn’t much of an alternative, after all.
In a grab for normalcy, Lily set about trying to find the right thing to transfigure to make the nicest cup of tea. Tea was a tricky thing to create, it toed the line of ‘good food’, something beyond the limits of what could be made from another thing. Lily had seen it done by one of her professors, but while experimenting on her own had failed thus far, her drive to get it right was sparked anew because after all was said and done she really, really needed a cup of tea.
It was a few leaves off a properly stalwart weed outside that made the most passable brew, shifting from a pile of green to a stout brown mug, and after a few sips deemed it passable she was off to fetch more from outside, sorting out another cup with a satisfied smile. It wasn’t the stuff from home, but it would do for now.
Carrying both cups by the handles, she headed through the house, checking a few places before catching sight of the other woman. For whatever reason, Lily was rather fond of Winnie, she reminded her of someone that Lily couldn’t quite put her finger on, but after her unexpected arrival, anything that made her feel at ease was a good thing.
“Ah,” she began in greeting, ducking into a room as she held out one of the mugs of tea for Winnie to take. “It’s not quite like back home, but it’s getting a bit closer I think.” And forget about the failed attempts, cooling in odd-shaped cups back in the kitchen she’d come from.
the quest for a decent cuppa, for winnie
In a grab for normalcy, Lily set about trying to find the right thing to transfigure to make the nicest cup of tea. Tea was a tricky thing to create, it toed the line of ‘good food’, something beyond the limits of what could be made from another thing. Lily had seen it done by one of her professors, but while experimenting on her own had failed thus far, her drive to get it right was sparked anew because after all was said and done she really, really needed a cup of tea.
It was a few leaves off a properly stalwart weed outside that made the most passable brew, shifting from a pile of green to a stout brown mug, and after a few sips deemed it passable she was off to fetch more from outside, sorting out another cup with a satisfied smile. It wasn’t the stuff from home, but it would do for now.
Carrying both cups by the handles, she headed through the house, checking a few places before catching sight of the other woman. For whatever reason, Lily was rather fond of Winnie, she reminded her of someone that Lily couldn’t quite put her finger on, but after her unexpected arrival, anything that made her feel at ease was a good thing.
“Ah,” she began in greeting, ducking into a room as she held out one of the mugs of tea for Winnie to take. “It’s not quite like back home, but it’s getting a bit closer I think.” And forget about the failed attempts, cooling in odd-shaped cups back in the kitchen she’d come from.