He looked at the clock for what felt like the millionth time that day, not that it mattered since the clocks in Night Vale didn't work anyways, but it felt like he had been there for hours. Then suddenly that thought came back, the one he'd been having way too much recently, *tea*. Glorious, magical, magnificent tea~

He went and opened his cabinet and carefully picked through the tea bags before seeing his favorite: pomegranate spice. He filled his cast iron kettle to the proper fill line and light the candle beneath it. He glanced around the room before shadow traveling across the kitchen to get his favorite dark purple and blue mug.

The next few minutes were spent wondering how the fuck he got a house and how did it fit in the dog park.

He woulda covered his ears if he had any when the kettle went off but luckily, he was only a figure. Carefully lifting the heavy kettle he poured the water into the cup, let it steep for exactly three minutes and added one lump of sugar.

Tea~