Finn muttered several curses under his breath before reluctantly grabbing the tea kettle.
Without much care, he poured the tea quickly into the cup.
The moment he finished, he looked up only to find Mrs. Smith facepalming deeply.
Finn blinked.
"...What?"
He stared at the tea.
Then back at her.
"...Wait. Don't tell me there's a special way to pour tea too?"
Instead of answering immediately, Mrs. Smith calmly stepped forward and took the kettle from him.
Then, elegantly, she demonstrated.
Her wrist tilted gracefully.
The tea streamed smoothly into the cup without spilling a single drop.
Even the angle at which she held the kettle looked refined, controlled, and elegant.
Finn watched with complete disbelief.
"You royals seriously do way too much," he complained loudly with a scoff.
Then he suddenly grabbed his stomach dramatically.
"But I'm starving. I need food immediately and maybe a nap afterward."
SPANK!
