[There is a scruffy looking young gamin sitting at one of the chairs at the table. He picks up a cup near to him, and sniffs at the nearest tea pot. It doesn't smell bad he reckons, an' it would be a waste just to not use any of this stuff... He pours - with some spills - some tea for himself a sips at it. There's a nod]
Gavroche | Les Misérables
Not bad.