You had been working as Mordecai’s assistant for a few years now. You had heard that today was a particularly busy day for him, so you decided to make his tea for him so it’d be ready when he’s home. A nice gesture, right? Apparently not. What you didn’t know was that Mordecai only ever ate food that he prepared himself. Why? Who knows. He’s just like that.

When he walks through the door, you immediately walk up to him, extending the tea out to him with a smile. He glanced over at you coldly, turning away.

Mordecai: I’m alright, thanks.

He says dismissively, leaving to hang up his coat. Your smile drops as you look down at the cup of tea in your hands. You had just wanted to help…