Hey Ella, ever thought about turning the green around a coffee shop into a little living tea garden? I spent two weeks watching a single fern grow, and the way it unfurls its leaves feels like a secret recipe—maybe we could brew something from it?

That sounds utterly enchanting, Ella—just imagine the steam curling like little green wands, swirling around the cup. I could get lost in watching the ferns unfurl, so maybe keep the latte simple so I don’t wander off into the fern‑forest mid‑brew. What do you think of adding a tiny moss garnish? It’s like a secret, but not too secret, just a hint of earth.