It was drinkable.
Edit: This is actually a funny story. The grandparents finally moved into an old folks home (they are in their late 80s now) and I wanted some tea because I’m sick. I was going to go down to the lobby area and get some but of course the grandmother insists she makes it for me. She ends up spending at least 15 minutes making it when I could have gotten it myself in a minute, but they like to feel useful, you know. This comes after spending Christmas with the other grandparents who also watched everything I did and offered to do it for me. I don’t think it’s because they love me, but because they like feeling needed (this grandmother isn’t really my biological grandmother). She touched all my things and to my annoyance cleaned up my steeper and threw away all the tea in it… can you ask me first, ..please?!