Drabble: Tea

"Tea?" asked Jenny.

Nick made tea by pressing the bag impatiently against the side of the cup. He preferred Nescafe, at least it produced something drinkable, quickly.

On Jenny's desk sat a bone china, willow pattern, tea set. Smoky aromatic fumes filled the room. Ancient conditioning stalled Nick's incipient rant.

Jenny poured, catching large leaves in a wire strainer.

No milk, he observed, suspiciously. He picked up the delicate china and took a cautious sip. It tasted like the smell of woodsmoke intermingled with his grandmother's potpurri. He felt his anger begin to recede.

"So?" said Jenny, "What's the problem?"