Queen Delirium's castle was the place Two-Thirds was second-most familiar with, if we exclude his tea garden or lump it in the same ranking with his tea house. The queen is lovely. No only because she was a fan of his tea, she was generally a very nice queen who was a fan of his tea. Not only does Two-Thirds often makes exclusive services to the queen's castle to freshly blend tea for her, her wishes accounts for his trips down the tree a high percentage of 3.75 blue rainbows of the trips. 

Today was no exception. Two-Thirds stood by the small table behind and slightly to the right of the queen with a pleasant smile set into his features. The table was lined with two rows of small tin containers, with each container engraved with a different design on its surface and its respective lids beside each container. Inside each container is dried coloured leaves, flowers, spices, and fruits and a small spoon. Although Two-Thirds can pinch the amounts he wants more accurately with his nails than using the spoon, he dared not to perform such a disrespectful act to the Queen's tea. Instead, he demonstrated surprising dexterity in manoeuvring the small spoon with his long nails. 

Two-Thirds layered the materials into a special gradient and then filled boiled water into the tea pot. He handed the pot to Schizophrenia. 

"Spring," he introduced with the same smile. 

He was glad that there's still plenty of humans left from the last adventure. It would certainly be a shame if there are less humans to taste his tea, wouldn't it? Speaking of humans, he wondered how the other group was doing. The nobody heard that they went to the cake shop. Hearing that, he wasn't too worried. Mr. Cuddles makes spectacular cakes. Not only does Two-Thirds sometimes order a little of his (cut) goods for his shop, he also enjoys the occasional cake (that he cut himself, because oh, who doesn't enjoy cutting cakes?).