“Oooh, grenadine and tea… maybe you will be a cherry-flavored tea that doesn’t taste like cough syrup to me! But wait… what are those little orange things you have? That’s in my mango tea, too. You aren’t mango, are you?”
“That’s not mango, that’s calendula.”
sniff … “But you kind of smell like mango.”
“I’m not mango.”
“But you smell fruity and mango is a fruit.”
“Cherry is a fruit, too.”
“But those little things are mango-colored.”
“That. Isn’t. Mango. That’s calendula. I am not mango.”
sip … “Hmm. Fruity. Hello mango, are you in there?”
“I’m NOT mango.”
“But you’re fruity. And a little toasty. And sweet. And yummy.”
“I AM NOT MANGO!”
sip … “Okay, now that you are cooling, you aren’t so much indistinct fruity. You taste, well, sort of like grenadine has been splashed into a toasty, almost bake-y tea.”
“THAT’S BECAUSE I AM GRENADINE TEA.”
shrug … “Well, I suppose you aren’t mango after all, even if you do have those little things my mango tea does.”
“Sigh. I hate you.”
“Mmm, sweet grenadine flavored tea. I love you.”
Mmm that one sounds good.