<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elena<br/><br/><strong>"I prefer to think of myself as a realist."</strong>Their was a thin smile on his face, practically a ghost of one.  He watched her as she sniffed at, and then drank, some of the tea.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, you didn't spit it out and accuse me of poisoning you. That's a good start."</strong>He was trying to be funny, though he thinks he might have goofed that up a bit. He thought the odd smell and taste might upset her stomach, but he was glad it didn't.<strong>"No. Mostly, I was expecting to experiment with brewing my own herbal liquor.  But, I think this is going to be a better use of my time. Don't be so hard on yourself, alright, Elena?"</strong>