Back at your family's stall, strange things begin happening. Customers speak in rhyme. An uncle swears he saw his dead dog chasing its tail again. You discover one of the keychain's charms glows faintly near your nani's old spice box.
Inside? A hidden scroll with the first tea recipe:
"Temporal Tulsi"2 tulsi leaves, a pinch of salt, steeped while chanting the name of someone you miss.
You brew it. The steam shapes itself into your grandfather's smile. For a few heartbeats, you speak across time. He warns you: "Someone else is steeping… and stealing."
That's when you hear graffiti rumors. Murmurs of Samar.
Chiku screeches: "The game has steeped, sweetie!"