“You really leaned into the British thing, didn’t you? You probably have a collection of rare tea bags.” The horror! “I would never steep tea from a bag. Loose leaf is superior in every way.” “You probably have a kettle, too.” Calladia smirked over the rim of her mug. “Of course I do.” Both an electric kettle and an old-fashioned ceramic teapot. His forehead furrowed. “Wait, do you not?” Calladia raised her mug in a toast. “Microwave, baby.” “No!” Astaroth was appalled. “That’s a crime against gastronomy.” “What can I say? I like to live on the edge.”
