“What is the purpose of making tea in a jar outside,” Drake asked one sunny afternoon.
“When you put it in the sun,” I explained, “it brews slower than boiling it, so it ends up with a milder flavor.”
“MILDER?” he asked, incredulous. “How can it possibly be milder than tea? Tea is the mildest already. It’s basically water with a hint of grass. There is no milder. Milder is water.”
He’s not wrong.