I don't think I would make a very nice tea at all. I'm not dry enough to crumble, nor am I cafeinated. What would she serve with me anyways? The crackers are tainted, and the pies, as Sherlock has informed me, are reserved for fueling this metal cloud. Hhmmm....I might sit and drink some tea with her, as long as I needn't lose a limb over it. She is our operatic star, no? I'm sorry for confusing your species. You are a gritty gnat indeed! (but a little furrier than I'd expect)..I must go and enjoy the translucent moonset..the wheat is beginning to wear off, and I'm not sure what state it will leave me in--maybe a province..I dunno..I will keep you informed of my whereabouts.
