Dosing my cup with a splash of milk and one cube, I settle in happily at the kitchen table.

"Americans have no sense of proper tea. Their country is filled with espresso stands and fast food shops and instant everything. They have the audacity to confine tea to small filter bags, which are left to go quite stale before they are ready to be sold. The stuff's quite nasty, let me tell you."

Pausing, I realize I'm off on one of my more common rants.

"I'm sorry, it's a topic I shouldn't be allowed near. I've now managed to spend nearly five years traveling the galaxy in search of a proper cup of tea. You have no idea how rare it can be."

So, then. Enough of me and my boring little world woes. Tell me about your home, I'd love to hear of something pleasant from your lands while we enjoy our tea and cookies!