Emergency tea council

Sarah showed up at my door looking like she’d been hit by a truck. Same energy, honestly. We both had that particular brand of February exhaustion where even making decisions feels like climbing Everest.

Emergency tea council

Somehow this led to me pulling out my entire fancy tea collection while she squinted at labels like they were written in ancient Sanskrit. “What does ‘bergamot’ even mean?” she asked, holding up the Earl Grey like it had personally wronged her. Fair question at 4pm on a Saturday when your brain has officially clocked out.

Tea selection process: exhausting. Results: worth it.

Twenty minutes later we’re sitting here with our chosen beverages - she went with chamomile because “it sounds like a nap,” I picked the ginger one because “spicy might wake me up.” The kitchen looks like a tea shop exploded but we’re finally vertical and caffeinated-adjacent.

Jake walked in during our selection process and just started laughing. Apparently we looked like we were conducting very serious research. Which, honestly, we were.