Scene: A Dimly Lit Glade in a Dense, Overgrown Forest
(Four goblins are seated around a rickety table adorned with mismatched tea cups and a teapot that's seen better days. The air is filled with the scent of over-steeped tea and mild trepidation.)
Gobnob: (Pouring tea, which looks suspiciously like mud) Now, remember, pinky out. That's how the fancy folk do it.
Snizzle: (Eyeing her cup suspiciously) I heard the fancy folk also drink tea that doesn't look like swamp water.
Grubwort: (Sniffing the air) Is it supposed to smell like a troll's laundry basket?
Muddles: Peace, friends! It's about ambiance, not aroma. Imagine, we are sophisticated beings partaking in high society's rituals!
Gobnob: (Grinning) Right, sophisticated! That's why I wore my best hat. (Points to a hat that appears to be made from an old boot.)
Snizzle: Sophisticated? I still have mud under my nails from yesterday's grub-digging fiesta.
Grubwort: (Takes a sip and grimaces) This tea tastes like it's been steeped in the tears of a disgruntled pixie.
Muddles: A touch of imagination, Grubwort. Imagine it's... an exotic blend from the far-off lands of... um, somewhere far-off.
Gobnob: Speaking of far-off, did anyone remember to invite the hobgoblin from the eastern marshes?
Snizzle: I thought you were going to do that!
Muddles: (Sighs) It appears our grand tea party is just us... again.
Grubwort: (Smiling) Well, at least we've got the best company. Who needs hobgoblins when you've got tea that could double as potion ingredients?
Gobnob: To us, the finest goblins in these woods!
(They all raise their cups, clinking them together, a chorus of laughter mingling with the clatter of teacups in the dim forest glade.)
Coming to this delightful spot during this divine weather, I feel as happy as a new-fledged bird, and hardly care what twig I fly to, so that I may try my new-found wings.