A tea-totaler, teaslut, even slurs you’d expect from juvenile delinquents… whatever name you call me… if you give me good tea with it, I will consider it a term of endearment while I sip (unless you lace the tea with arsenic… if it is really good tea, though, what a great way to send me off. Just bury me in spent tea leaves so I feel happy on my way out, and take care of my cat who’s happy with a fresh sprig of mint occasionally dancing in her spring water).
I really like tea. Enough to want it with me if ever someone thinks there is reason to murder me.
