[Tea. It's practically a magic word, the boy noticeably perking up as it is spoken.]

Then drink we shall.

[That said, he steps over to the counter to set the cocoa down, removing the poppy wreath from his arm once he has done so.]

I ordered this from a local flower shop. If we are still around this time next year... well, whatever passes for a year here, with time frozen... the owner was happy to oblige my request for a custom order.