Pick gave Cedric an incredulous look, for until now he had only ever heard that word used as a name, "Tea?" He looked at Tea and then back at Cedric, "I'm confused in my tribe we just drank water cut with aged fruit to make it more drinkable. What is tea if not this guy?" He asked gesturing to the monk.

Pick still had a lot to learn about life outside of the caustic terrain of Sarchu Valley, and was very eager to learn.

"Well, tea is usually a plant or herb of some sort that's mixed with water and boiled for a few minutes" Cedric answered

"I'm not fancy or anything like that as I've tried only one type of tea, and that's bontruffle." Cedric added.

"I usually prefer cocoa rather than tea" 

Cedric showed Pick the Bontruffle Mushrooms he had gathered on the way back, he so far has 11, enough for a whole group.

[OOC: I messed up, I should have saved the "we drink water with old fruit" bit until now, but it is 3:00am where I'm at -.-]

Once the torch was lit, Claribel hefted it in her hand, then gave a swift nod. She turned back towards the group with flame now in hand, and–oh, they were taking off without her! The smaller woman huffed and hurried to catch up, though she stopped and rounded back to scoop up the pack of vegetables that Drysl hadn't taken and then made to catch up up to them.

With her haste often came a little bit of clumsiness, however, and so she kept on tripping and stumbling on snaking tree roots and stubborn rocks and other pesky things that littered the forest floor; when she turned her gaze downwards to spot and avoid whatever she was catching her feet on, she instead bumped into a tree! Maybe one day she would be good at venturing through the woods.

When she finally caught up and was catching her breath, her eyes scanned the group. Well, it looked like everyone had already found a partner to chatter with, and so she gave a soft sigh and slipped off her backpack, bringing it around and to her front. She held the torch at an odd yet careful angle as she slipped out a book–a journal, to be specific–buckled the backpack, and shouldered it back on. She balanced the journal open against the base of her torch and in the crook of her elbow and began to scribble in it with a quill held delicately within her free hand.

Cedric forgot about the vegetables and quickly stopped to look back and saw Claire walking towards them while writing something on her journal.

Cedric's Journal! He forgot that he had his journal with him as well.

Cedric picked some more Bontruffle Mushrooms. Then, he noticed a few black spots on the newly picked mushrooms. Then, insects came out of the black spots!

"Woah!" Cedric cried as he threw out the 2 mushrooms. Cedric thought that the black spots were just Truffle seeds which were rare.

Tea was slightly annoyed by Cinnamon's sarcastic answer, "Well I don't have anything of value for a cat like you, and I'm sure you don't need money." Tea answered sadly, "Like I have that much anyways." he thought to himself. 

Tea kept quiet to himself for a moment, still keeping away from Cedric, uneasy with his mask. He turn to see if Claribel had caught up, and it seemed so, with her stumbling about Tea gave a quiet chuckle. He stopped himself soon he realized how rude that was. Pick seemed to be busy trying to talk too Drysl, so Tea was stuck with a cat that seem to want more to toy with him than have small talk, "Wonderful." he sighed.

[Actually, i don't have my mask on at the moment]

[OOC: Is it visible in anyway?] 

[OOC: It's buckled to Cedric's belt, on his waist]

[OOC: Tea would still feel uneasy, if want Tea to talk to Cedric you're gonna have to start.]