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Ship - Tranquility - I have a bit of a crisis-

So I need everyone to stop a moment and think very hard, and I mean incredibly hard, about this, because forget the bloody temperature and the mess with all that and everything else because, well.

...I've run out of tea.

Proper tea, not the space tea that tastes like the stuff you get from the blank boxes that they sell at the Co-op. Or worse, the off-stuff from Tescos.

Does anyone have real tea?

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... I think that's the most British thing I've ever heard.

Oh, God.

[How she understands.]

I hadn't even thought about it before, but - I haven't had a single drop of tea since I woke up again. And now it's too late.

[t h e h o r r o r]

[Annie does not use the word crisis lightly. Or, well, she does, by some standards, but when she uses it, she means it. And a crisis for Annie has the tendency to escalate quickly, so, taking this very seriously thank you--]

You're certain.

You could make your own?

Maybe you can make some from something growing in the garden?

[Yeah, that sounds safe.]

There's a tea shop in the gardens. Though the proprietor left a while ago, there might still be some remaining product around.

You poor thing. [He's not at all sarcastic. That is some proper sympathy, right there.]

I have a small handful of varieties, and one jar of very good English Breakfast. I promise it's above and beyond anything Tescos ever stocked.

what's wrong with the space tea?

[ spoken ( typed? ) like someone who's never had actual tea. ]

There's other things to drink.

[Very, very, very, very, very begrudgingly:]

I've a small supply.

Really? You'd think with all this space technology faffing about it'd have alarms for this sort of thing, you know, flashing lights and whistles.

[Tea is actually vital, there's no sarcasm. Most importantly, tea is important to Annie]

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