"Tea?" asked Rosa, wrinkling her nose a little distaste as she following along, getting a better look at the place on the way. "Why? Are you sick?"

As far as she knew, the only reason anyone drank tea was because they were sick and their mom was making them drink it to get better.

"If you're sick, you have to stay away, because I have a recital coming up, and I can't get sick for a recital."

Still, there was the kitchen, and Rosa took into consideration all the cabinets before nodding and going to grab a chair from the dining room table. "I bet all the good stuff is kept up on top, where they think we won't get to it, but we will."