Duke pondered for a moment before stepping through the fence to the long table.
Mr. Rabbit happily clapped his hands, quickly walked to the head of the table, and pulled out a chair: "Please sit, please sit! Don't be shy, make yourself at home!"
Duke sat down, his gaze sweeping over the teaware on the table.
Each piece was so exquisite it was unbelievable, the porcelain thin to the point of being almost transparent, decorated with intricate floral patterns.
Steam was rising from the teapot, emitting a faint, indescribable fragrance.
Mr. Rabbit sat beside him, adeptly picked up the teapot, and poured golden tea into an empty cup.
"This tea is my treasured possession, I usually can't bear to drink it." He murmured while pouring tea, "It's fate that you came here today, so I'll make an exception and host you once."
Pouring the tea till it's seven-tenths full, Mr. Rabbit pushed the cup in front of Duke.
"Come, taste it."
Duke looked down at the cup of tea.
