No, that is not my car in the picture. I wish.
We headed over to J & C’s place afterwards for some more chit-chat and to have some tea. C went over the list of teas they had… red tea, black tea, green tea, Earl Grey, chamomile, etc, etc.
We settled on regular green tea because we didn’t want anything too complicated and C says:
“Yeah, I don’t know what people are thinking with some of those mixed teas. I once tried one that was supposed to be toffee tea, but it tasted like butt-shavings. Blecch.”
J asked if C had actually tasted butt-shavings, but C said: “No, but evidently they taste like toffee.”
I don’t care what anyone says. I will never be able to drink toffee tea now. Ever.