Tea was standing in the kitchen, the very image of a droopy sister.

Effie practically materialized next to her, the very image of concern. “What do you need? Water? Food? Sleep? How can I help?”

Tea turned around, revealing the empty pitcher in her hand.

Effie sighed. “I can loan you some tea?”

Tea perked up, eyes shining, holding forth her pitcher with positively beaming delight. “Tea me up, Effie!” she agreed, to the tune of Captain Kirk calling for a teleport.

“Get a cup,” Effie replied.

Oh. Tea pouted down at her pitcher. “Two cups?” A hopeful tone.

“No.”