Iseul and Jeong's time at the tea house was marvelous, the beautiful rich flavors flowing through the air together with their lips. The wonderful warm taste that could be felt running down into their stomachs oh how delicious.
He felt at home, if anything, he'd love to move in to their household and enjoy the making of tea, back at home, Jeong taught him the many ways you could make tea from spices and their best combinations.
It felt as if Iseul could explode in tea; He had too many cups. Thankfully Jeong had told him it was on the house or else he'd enter a massive debt.
Iseul began to grow tired, quite strange as tea had an effect like coffee to make one more awake, unless it was a special tea that was meant to make one feel drowsy... The weaver sat down on one of the many pillows on the ground and let out a comfortable sigh.
