[backdated for Eric]

[heir_of_l4]

Quatre was humming to himself as he put on the kettle, poking yet again through the little basket of lovely loose teas he'd found on his bedside table a few days before. Jasmine, Assam, Earl Grey, his favorite rose tea, familiar things--and some others he had never seen before that he was just giddy to try out. Oh, it wasn't that the islanders didn't do their best, but the tea they made here just wasn't the same. And the ball and strainers and pair of cups that had come with it were just lovely. It was amazing really, just how happy a boy could be made by the prospect of a really good cup of tea.

The kettle started whistling and he took it off the burner, still poking through the basket. "You can't be done yet, I haven't decided...."