“As far as her mom was concerned, tea fixed everything. Have a cold? Have some tea. Broken bones? There's a tea for that too. Somewhere in her mother's pantry, Laurel suspected, was a box of tea that said, 'In case of Armageddon, steep three to five minutes'.”
“Honestly, if you're given the choice between Armageddon or tea, you don't say 'what kind of tea?”
“..She had that brand of pragmatism that would find her the first brewing tea after Armageddon.”
“I am a tea, he thought. I am some kind of tea. And I have wishes.”
“A quarter past three," she exclaimed, catching sight of the bedside clock. "What a time to be drinking tea!""Anytime," Harold told her, "is time to be drinking tea.”
“Do ghosts drink tea?They don't, said Tansey. But this ghost would love to see a cup of tea in front of her. It'd be lovely.”