Quip 3 // [In Person] // Tea! Crisis management since 1685 ♥

[britbitchsnark]

[Shaun has found himself in the buffet breakfast area in dire need of a cuppa. Sadly however when he does get said cup of tea, he spits it right back out into the cup.]

What the bloody hell is this?! It's like drinking stagnant dishwater! Trust the yanks to ruin a perfectly good thing. Is there actually anything that's edible here?

[He huffs and pushes the mug away, getting up to find something else to eat.]