You take a sip of the tea, looking at the leaves in your cup "At least it's not coffee..

I look at the tea leaves in your cup, not really knowing what I'm looking for. I try to make out any patterns, but it all just looks like a jumble of shapes "What do you see in mine?" I ask, handing you my cup

I roll my eyes at him, taking a sip from his cup "Don't be such a pessimist, Harry. It could be fun.