She Is Making Eyeball Tea

What is she making? Someone asks, wondering aloud. She is a pretty girl, friendly, but not overly loud. It looks like something red, someone replies. Maybe berries? There is a little bit of tittering from the tea leaf faeries. She is making eyeball tea, they begin to sing in rhyme. It is lemon like, so fruity, we drink it all the time! The elves are horrified, for they are a tiny bit prissy. Come have some I say to my best friend and my sissy. Eyeball tea! You are kidding! My sister says. Right? Come and taste it, I tell her. It is simply out of sight. Once you have it you will not want to drink anything else ever. I see the elves and gnomes sitting back. One gives a shiver.