Aimee's Tea Party

Noelle wasn't a huge fan of the flavor of her tea, but she certainly wasn't about to argue with her gracious host. The tea clung to every surface and felt as thick as tar- after it had coated her insides, it oozed out to make work of the exterior.

Normally spilling tea would be rude, and pouring it straight from the pot onto your face would be insane- but Aimee knew it was the only way she would become presentable in such a high-class establishment once she had fully formed her pristine and squeaky clean form.