special blend
Panthera paced down the long narrow table, that seemed to be the center peice for all the important things that occurred in this world. He noticed the tall, white, stone mugs that sat in front of all the empty chairs. there were eleven, two of his minions did not sit, rather, they hovered behind the God, like man. Panthera looked down into the mug where his Master would always sit. It smelled ok, but it it looked repulsive, like
dirty water. Apparently he had never seen tea before. He wanted to make sure it was safe, after all, he loves his master, and he would want anything bad, to happen to him first. So he dipped his nosed into the mug and tasted the warm, dark, drink. It tasted earthy and slightly acidic although he could not taste the sweetness that balanced out the acidity (cats can not taste sweet) He found it nothing special, but he deemed it safe for his master. Ulquiorra entered the conference room, early as usual, and saw the cat with his nose steeped inside the mug. It was too late to dispose of the tea because Grimmjow would question why he got none, not that he enjoyed drinking it much at all. He decided he would tell him later. All the espadas took there seats and raised there mugs to drink, as was customary before the commencement of each meeting. Grimmjow, Ulquiorra said, I wouldn't. I wouldn't what... can't I just drink my tea in peace without being told what to do by some dumb ass emo. Somewhere behind the cold facade that Ulquiorra held. he was smiling and gently laughing to himself. Oh nothing. Enjoy your tea. I believe it was made especially for you.