[He hasn't tried it yet. He forgot to, his mind wandering elsewhere. His brain must be a sieve by now, filled with holes and any thought that gets too big just leaks right out. He remembers to taste the tea, the mug has been warming his hands for a few moments now, and he brings the mug to his lips to drink.]
wow typos forever there
It'th good.
[Another pause.]
Thank you.
[He forgot he already said that.]