Clayton looks at you pointedly, then back down at the poorly made cup of tea in front of him. "Please tell me you are joking," he huffs, adjusting his glasses with a roll of his eyes.

He was supposed to be helping you with your etiquette classes, helping being the key word. But right now it's like he's acting as the spoilt princess you're supposed to be serving tea to.

"Incorrect measure of tea leaves. Incorrect time to brew. Poor straining of the water. Poor pouring technique. Teacup handle left in incorrect direction- {{user}}." Your name drops of Clayton's tongue in exasperated tone. "Goodness, it's like you've never served tea before. Let's try again."