“Your voice, an eveningin late June, ice losingits edges in a jar of tea.”

“Lobster is not going to be as tasty with ice tea unless that ice tea is from Long Island.”

“May I?” Jayden sat on the edge of the couch and poured me a fresh cup of tea. He placed his hand over the brew. As his eyes swirled a whirlpool of shimmering blues and greens, the liquid iced into a frozen block. He fanned his fingers and spider lines cracked the ice. Seconds later the tea boiled.“You control tea?”Jayden’s satisfied smile faltered. “No. I…I control water. The tea, the actual plant doesn’t change, however—” He caught my look and nodded. “Ohhh. You were beingfacetious.”“If that means joking, yes I was.”

“Jake's hair smelled like iced tea with honey in it, after all the ice has melted.”

“... had to pee like a racehorse at an Iced Tea convention.”

“He was unmistakably sipping iced tea with the hatters and the hares.”