Lumenia

I'm in a house I've never been in, standing near a girl I don't know. We are in a kitchen. The girl walks up to me with a small, glass teapot. She holds it out to me. I take it from her and immediately start drinking. It's filled with warm, sweet tea. I drink every last drop and lick as much of the inside as I can reach. Once I'm done, I turn around to the kitchen sink, turn on the faucet and begin to rinse the teapot. The girl walks up next to me with a few more in her hands. I finishing rinsing and place the pot on a towel on my other side. As I set the pot down, the handle breaks off. I panic for a second, but instantly I calm down and rinse a new teapot that the girl hands to me. "That always happens," she says. "You have to be more gentle with them." I nod slightly in agreement and we rinse off the rest of the teapots.