Lesson 13: You'll never guess
"Cress, if you keep serving me tea I'll explode." I moaned accepting what had to be my sixth cup.
"I'm the problem not the tea, the others like it!" I exclaimed, wrinkling my nose at Cheren and Bianca who seemed to enjoy their warm drink almost as much as watching me being tortured by the surprisingly stubborn eldest brother.
I watched as he poured boiling water over another mysterious blend, hoping to find my favorite, or at least one I didn't hate with a passion.
Saying I didn't like tea in front of Cress had been a big mistake. Ordering coffee could be compared to insulting his taste in table linens and adding huge amounts of honey and sugar to a forced cup of tea was an even bigger crime.
"Any luck?" Cilan dressed in his waiter clothes asked, carrying a tray full of food as if it were nothing.
"I was able to guess Cheren's favorite which is peppermint tea, Bianca likes jasmine and I gave Oreo the same tea Chili gives Spice." Cress replied, proud of his talent to guess tea preferences.
His deep blue eyes narrowed as they drifted in my direction. "Ashe hates peppermint, pulls a really funny face when she drinks jasmine tea, claims to get goose bumps from rose tea and starts exaggerating that accent she has, as soon as I present her with Earl Grey. The grass type liked her herbal tea, the feline had to be coaxed into tasting the Earl Grey, but she was smart enough to add some extra milk.
"Oh dear." Cilan said lightly, "Now what?"
"Nothing. She's even pickier than a cat."