hello there~~
so, for a little bit of context;
I am currently working on a short story about a person who meets with the ghost of an old friend for tea every so often. Teatime is something my family holds very dear, and I really want to incorporate details of these…little idiosyncratic things that take place during this time.
SO I would be very grateful if any of y'all drop some itty-bitty details of what memories or feelings arise when you have a nice, warm cup of tea. You could tell me anything from the type of biscuits you had, to the shattering of your favourite teacup, idk. Also, feel free to disregard this post, I don't mind if it sinks through the unread. :)