"I don't know!" Rosa protested with a shrug, positioning the chair carefully before climbing up on it. "Why would anyone want tea unless they were sick?"

And now that she was able to, she went ahead and climbed onto the counter to open up the higher cabinets and have a look inside. "And I'm going to dance," she explained as she searched. "My teacher says I might be good enough to be a ballerina some day, but I don't know if I'd want to be a ballerina, but she is right. I am pretty good."

Finding nothing of interest in the first cabinet, she moved to the next, and wrinkled her nose again. "Your parents only eat boring healthy stuff," she reported. "And they drink a lot of alcohol."

This cabinet was, like, all alcohol.