"It refers to the leaves, not the color. Well, it's sorta green. You'll see, hold on."

So. Damn. Cute. Stop being so cute Rapunzel.

He slipped out of his seat, and went to fetch two cups of steaming hot tea from the earthen kettle near the cooking area. Apparently it was free along with the meal. And when he returned, he slid the little cup across to her. It had no handle, and was a deep, rich red clay, obviously spun on a wheel.

"Sip slowly, it's hot."