Izzy,
Listen, if phrik is unbreakable, then so is your refusal to laugh at my jokes.
Which is kind of rude, by the way.
But fine. I’ll keep writing these things until the flowers wilt,
The tea goes cold,
And the Masquerade finally forgives us (neverrr).
One of my favorite perfomrances of the holodrama that night..
Was hearing my sister Corazona von Ascania slap her date Jorryn Fordyce across the stars from outside. (While you, were too cool to say goodbye and just vanished.)
Also, I’ve been thinking about tea. Too much, really.
Rose tea is so smug. Millaflower tastes like regret.
Haneli is just stubborn water pretending to be elegant or something.
And Floral? That’s not a real blend; that’s just an accident someone on Theed bottled up at some point.. and called it tradition.
Trust me.
Do you think the teas gossip about us when we’re not listening?
Because I swear to the Force itself, the Haneli was judging me that day.
Do you think Jedi robes come with a secret pocket just for smuggling tea bags? Don’t lie.
I would totally believe it.
And if tea can be calming supposedly, then why hasn’t anyone weaponized it? Can you imagine a battlefield where everyone just sits down and sighs.
I thought maybe a poem could capture it,
Big phrik pot,
galaxy so hot,
you pour tea,
and wars… stop.
(.. I know. It’s awful. I’m sorry.)
Ok.. End transmission.
Unless you ignore it.
Which, knowing you, is a highly likely outcome.
Soo I’ll probably send another one tomorrow.
Or later today. Or both?
Maybe I’ll just keep talking until the Holonet cuts me off?
–L
Isobel Serraris
