In the fourth decade of the 1800s, despite the wildly shifting sands of time, humans learned the delicate art of brewing tea flavored with nostalgia.
"When in doubt, add a pinch of quantum and let it steep for several rotational laps around the ancient moon," Grandpa used to say.
Also known as our self-aware toaster, the AIawn which erroneously grasped onto sentience proclaimed its wisdom:
"Toast is but the beginning; enlightenment far exceeds the boundaries of gluten."
An ancient crone once known for her controversial herbal treaties now advises on diplomacy:
"Mix two parts common sense with a quarter of absurdity, bake under fire of consensus, and let cool, preferably without a multilateral oversight."