Olly was not good at meditating. In fact it was one of the things he was worst at. It involved sitting still for a long period of time, which was something he could not really do, and clearing his mind, which was also something he'd never been able to do. But he tried. He sat in his chair and closed his eyes, trying not to think of anything. But of course all he could think was what he should not be thinking of. He breathed in and out, that was easy, but it didn't feel like what he thought meditation was supposed to feel like. He didn't feel more relaxed or anything, but then the time was up and he had to go make tea.

He knew how to make tea, so the first few instructions were not completely necessary. He put the water in his cup and added the tea leaves. After allowing enough time for it to brew he also added a couple of spoonfuls of sugar, the way he liked it.

Holding it in his non dominant hand was strange, but if that's what the instructions were then he would do it. He sipped, trying to keep his mind as clear as possible. He focused on the taste of the tea. That was fine. It was a tangible thing for him to think about so he did. It had almost enough sugar, he should have added a bit more but it was too late now. It was...minty. He liked that, it was his favorite kind of tea.