"Of- Of course sir!"

The man had a distinctive gait. He slouched, but he didn't look lazy-- in fact, it looks like the slouch came from hours upon hours of tending to plants. While walking, his hands were not at his side, but brought near his chest.

He leaves for a bit to pick plants outside and returns with two pots of plants. Certainly, neither were tea nor cherry! This man certainly had a peculiar idea of what tea and cherry plants looked like. He brought the pots into the kitchen. His work was visible through the kitchen window as he picked purple-speckled yellow berries, pink stalks and purple leaves. He uprooted one plant and took the fleshy root from it.

The fleshy root looked like stone, but yielded to his knife as if it were the softest, most delicate peach. He dropped all that he cut away from the plants into boiling water, and left the kitchen with one pot devoid of anything but soil. Unceremoniously, he dumped the soil onto the ground outside, but returned the pot with the plant still in it in its old place.

In the kitchen, the pot with the plant mixture boiled. First, it smelled of oranges and lemons and citrus, then, it smelled of flowers. Finally, it smelled of tea and emitted an odd smoke that rose from the pot as a rainbow, but as it mixed and was thrown about in the air, turned grayish.

He ladles the mixture into a cup. It certainly smelled like green tea infused with cherry, but certainly didn't look like it. It was mostly a thin, pink liquid with a somewhat iridescent sheen to it, and it still smoked with that odd rainbow smoke.