And with a pat he said, “Jimmy, spill the tea.”
His friend's hand froze halfway through the line.
Then grabbed the pot like everything was fine,
“Which table trapped the brew? I’ll set it free.”
Jimmy blinked. “That’s what you wanted.”
Sebastian’s head fell. “I didn’t want Earl Grey stew.”
Jimmy smiled, “You said tea. Doesn't this help you?”
“Not like that,” Sebastian snapped, “now my toast is haunted.”
Sebastian pinched his nose. “You’ll flood the place.”
“You are turning lunch into another bad dream.”
Jimmy grinned wide. “Nope. I’m saving our team.”
“You’re one loose wrist from facing utter disgrace.”
And the amber liquid sprawled across the tray.
Sebastian saved his papers and his phone instead.
Jimmy leapt for joy. “Our freed tea will spread!”
“You’ll have to learn,” Sebastian groaned, mopping up the spray.