Milo scanned the room, the candles hanging from the walls illuminating the room despite the curtains being open. The queen picked up a small, blue china tea pot and poured a cup of tea, sliding it across the table towards Milo.
"There you go!", she said with a smile, urging him to drink it.
Even though Milo had been here for a while now, he still wasn't fully comfortable letting the leaders of a foreign nation into his circle. He lifted it so his mouth, holding it for a second so he could smell for any sign of poison or foul play.
When he detected nothing, he took a sip.
"It's good!", Milo exclaimed. It was the first time since coming to this world he was pleasantly surprised by the way something tasted. Normally you either had perfectly cooked or extremely ashy, but this was sweet with a small hint of bitterness, yet it remained smooth enough to trickle down his throat with no real issue.
