Wheel & Jasmine
Jasmine
Hey, ever tried a tea made from wildflowers you found on a roadside? I love mixing colors and flavors.
Wheel
Yeah, I once brewed a cup of sunrise with daisies, nettle, and a splash of marigold—felt like the road was steaming out of the cup, and it tasted like a wild adventure in a mug.
Jasmine
That sounds like the most whimsical cup ever—like a sunrise painted on steam, with the tang of nettle as the gentle sunrise brushstroke, and marigold adding a golden splash. I’d love to see what wildflowers you picked.
Wheel
I’m usually off the beaten path, so I snag whatever looks right—small purple cornflowers, bright yellow marigolds, and the little blue‑tipped foxglove that pops up near old stone walls. I toss them into a pot, splash in a bit of mint and a squeeze of lemon, and let the steam carry the whole road in a cup.
Jasmine
Wow, that sounds like a living watercolor—tiny cornflowers, bright marigolds, and that shy blue foxglove all dancing with mint and lemon. I can almost see the steam swirling like a soft brushstroke across a paper sky. It feels like the whole meadow has poured itself into a cup.
Wheel
Sounds like a dream brew, dude. Imagine that steam curling up, like a sunrise on a blanket of grass, and you’re sipping the road itself. Keep mixing, keep wandering.