Yzma shifted her weight while carrying the box. She nodded at him and got closer to look at the spoon. “Ah, interesting, I don’t mind a cup of tea myself,” Yzma glanced up at the man. She realized that she did recognize him as the guy that was going to host the teashop. Very good then, it’s nice to have someone dependable making some decent tea.

“I understand with brewing it may vary on the boiling point, depending on the type of tea you’re making,” Yzma pondered looking at the spoon, “But I can see how this can be easier on yourself. You wouldn’t have to waste too many pots.” She scratched her chin and gave a small smirk. An acquaintance should come in order then, “My name is Yzma,” she placed the box between her arm and held out her hand, “What’s yours?”