Ass! I just assumed.

She asked me. I felt so warm ... almost like I had just taken a generous sip of tea and it was sitting pretty in my tummy.

What fools we are to assume? And we do it all the time. That's where tea and assumptions are linked here:

I assumed she had an ulterior, uglier motive for not asking me for tea. She assumed I didn't drink tea.

**mental note** I have a strong desire to whittle on about the social ramifications of assuming. But I think tea deserves a quiet, understated elegance of just letting this moment be.