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⌗ Tea and Laughter

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- in which george’s tea obsession leads to a hilarious, love-filled adventure.

Tea and Laughter

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pairing: george russell x wife!reader

summary: George’s obsession with tea leads to a hilariously sweet moment when he ropes you into a mission to find the perfect cup during a rare day off. Amidst laughter and chaos, you’re reminded why you fell in love with him in the first place.

It was supposed to be a quiet day off—just you, George, and the comfort of home. But somehow, you found yourself in the middle of London, hopping from café to café on what George had dramatically dubbed “The Quest for the Perfect Cup of Tea.”

—This isn’t just tea. —George insisted, holding up a small, delicate teacup like it was a trophy. —This is art. And somewhere out there is the perfect blend, waiting for us to discover it.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a laugh. —George, it’s tea. You boil water, add a bag, and drink it. How complicated can it be?

He gasped, clutching his chest as if you’d mortally wounded him. —That’s blasphemy! Tea is an institution, a cornerstone of British culture. You can’t just… boil water and call it a day.

—And yet. —you teased, crossing your arms, —you’re perfectly fine drinking lukewarm coffee at the Mercedes garage every weekend.

George’s ears turned pink, and you knew you’d struck a nerve. —That’s… different. —he muttered, grabbing your hand and dragging you toward the next café.

By the fourth stop, you were sitting across from him at a small, cozy tearoom. George had a serious expression, carefully examining the menu as if he were making a life-altering decision.

—Are you going to grade this one too? —you asked, smirking.

—Of course. —he replied without looking up. —I have a system.

—A system?

—Yes. —George said, gesturing vaguely. —Flavor, aroma, temperature… and, of course, presentation. The teacup is just as important as the tea itself.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. —You’re ridiculous, you know that?

George leaned back in his chair, his eyes sparkling with amusement. —And yet, you married me.

—Big mistake. —you joked, though your grin softened the blow.

He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. —Admit it—you love my quirks.

You rolled your eyes, but the truth was written all over your face. George had this uncanny ability to turn even the most mundane days into adventures, and you adored him for it.

Later, back at home, you sat curled up on the couch with George, sharing the tea you’d finally settled on. He held the cup up with a triumphant grin.

—See? Worth the effort.

You shook your head, laughing as you leaned into him. —You’re impossible, George Russell.

He kissed the top of your head, his voice warm and playful. —And you wouldn’t have me any other way.

And as the evening wore on, filled with laughter and tea, you realized that George’s quirks weren’t just endearing—they were part of what made your life with him so wonderfully unpredictable.