"I could make some straws from the reeds by the stream." I offered helpfully, "That tea smells good. Is that Darjeeling?"
I trundled over to the stream and used my knife to cut and clean the reeds, being sure to rinse them thoroughly inside and out several times. Four minutes and sixteen seconds later (somehow I knew precisedly how long it took -- some sort of internal clock, I guess) I returned to the teapot with ten very long straws.
"Can we blow bubbles?" I asked, "It'll cool the tea and make funny noises, too."
