Oh, how sweet! Imagine that cracked teacup, its scar becoming a tiny dragon’s throat, breathing espresso steam that curls into delicate wings, soaring over your breakfast like a cloud of caffeine. Just whisper a silly joke and the steam unfurls, flutters, and carries the dragon on a gentle gust of aromatic wind. I can almost hear the clink of silverware turning into applause for your little airborne brew. Will it dance above your toast, or will it simply curl into a swirl of steam and leave a faint trail of sugar? The possibilities taste almost as delicious as the espresso itself.