Brewing tea on Gallifrey was the same as brewing it anywhere else. The simple blend of the leaves and water was magical to her; it was ritual and reminded her of her childhood home and her mother. The tangy smell of the process swept up through her nose, and made it tingle. She had spent the day investigating the home which he had brought her too.
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Lovely drabble! *snugs*
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