Ravioli? For breakfast? [ The look of consternation and surprise on her face quickly gives way to laughter, and she covers her mouth in an effort to stifle the sound a bit. Still, she turns toward the kitchen with every intent of simply going to fix what he asked for, when he asks. The laughter subsides and her smile is, once again, gentle and subtle. ]

I'm not sure what to call it. It's made with a special sort of berries, from the place where I grew up. I collected them for years, dried them, to keep them from spoiling. It's mixed with green tea leaves. I think it's very soothing.