(MastoPrompt 8/15 Doubt)
"Help yourself to the cookies, if you'd like," Jamey said as he opened the cupboard and put his wood box of teabags away. He'd chosen a pair of one of his favorites; hopefully his guest would agree.
He had a small carton of cream and a jar of sugar, and he'd grabbed two of his nicer mugs.
Now he just had to wait, and that was the hardest part. His guest was not touching the cookies...
But Jamey was doing his best. He'd been confronted by the Specter of Doubt and had done the only thing he could think of-
He'd offered it tea.