[At this point, Stefan's assuming that old-him (the non-amnesiac one) must've loved chai, for both Elena and Katherine to associate these fragrant spices with him. Whether it's right or wrong, he's not sure.
As he takes the book and flips it open, right to the page for masala chai, he sees the prim and proper method, as well as an easier, less-rigid style.
He'll opt for the former, so he holds it out and reaches for a saucepan.]
Okay, it says to simmer the milk and pour the spices in. [In the milk goes, then the ginger, the cardamom, nutmeg, a couple of cinnamon sticks, and finally, a pinch of saffron. Despite his memory loss - and the sheer fact that he isn't Alesci - his movements are swift and practiced. Maybe Tessa hadn't scrambled up as much as he'd thought.]
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As he takes the book and flips it open, right to the page for masala chai, he sees the prim and proper method, as well as an easier, less-rigid style.
He'll opt for the former, so he holds it out and reaches for a saucepan.]
Okay, it says to simmer the milk and pour the spices in. [In the milk goes, then the ginger, the cardamom, nutmeg, a couple of cinnamon sticks, and finally, a pinch of saffron. Despite his memory loss - and the sheer fact that he isn't Alesci - his movements are swift and practiced. Maybe Tessa hadn't scrambled up as much as he'd thought.]