Valoren stood silently by, his ever dapper form of dress was still pristine.  He bowed quietly and shuffled away to make some tea.<em>It's a bad habit</em>he mused<em>Americans don't do tea time.</em>The devilish smile spread across his features as he went about setting the kettle to boil.  He then crushed cured leaves and prepped the tea ball for the kettle.  It was as much a part of him as his arms, this habitual tea making. He selected a pekoe this time along with a fresh mint meant to compliment the naturally sweet orange tea.  He brewed it stout so that the flavor would be strong, similar to coffee, but sweet to the palate which seemed so delicate in american societies.  Set from that he began preparing scones with fresh strawberry and blackberry.