She grabs some glass jars and scope the herbs into the hot water, soon the tea is ready and she pouring us all some.
The aroma from the tea is pleasant and calming. I smell lavender and jasmine in the air.
With that she opens her oven and brings out a tray of blueberry muffins. Plating some muffins and with the cup of tea she takes it over to Xan, who has been contented with just sitting in the living room.
He mumbles his thanks and she comes back into the kitchen, hands over a blueberry muffin. I take it in gratitude. I might not know anything about myself, my past, my likes and dislikes but I'm finding out that I have something of a sweet tooth.
Pastries and sweets are my weakness and my tummy rumble in excitement. The muffin is soft and warm in my hand, I take a big bite, close my
