The lid of the kettle began to clang and shake, and the monkey demon gently stretched her tail to hook the kettle over. She filled the teapot in front of her, and a beautiful amber liquid immediately appeared inside.
"Oh, this tea does look rather good..." Bruto said with an anticipatory tone, "Its color is just like my beard!"
"That has nothing to do with whether the tea is good or not!" Alamir glared at the Dwarf irritably, "You have to taste it to know!"
"I said it LOOKS good." Bruto insisted, "And if it TASTES good as well, that means the color resembling my beard is a good standard for judgment..."
"Don't worry, it will be ready soon." The monkey demon poured away the first brew of tea, and the lake-colored liquid vanished swiftly down a specially designed groove on the table, then turned her head and glanced at Lancelot, "Could you speed it up a bit, Sir?"
