More Tea hmmh?

On a hillside brushed in twilight blue, a most unusual tea party is underway. Slender, long-limbed beings gather around a small table where cups drift, teapots pour sideways, and gravity has clearly taken the afternoon off. Steam curls into glowing ribbons, as if gossip itself has become visible. No one rushes. No one spills. This is a gathering that has happened many times before, always at the exact moment the world feels slightly unreal.