Lost and Away - The Body - Tea Time

Doc enjoyed having his own place.  He loved knowing that this place--despite how run down it was--it belonged to him, and him alone.  He could do with it what he liked.
   It was an old Victorian house nestled between the trees, surrounded by morning glory flowers.  When he had discovered the house, Doc had found it relatively untouched and well preserved with tools, furniture, and even a library.  There was even a generator out back which rivaled the generator that supported the castle that was Big Tree.  Sometimes he was still surprised Ethan hadn't tried to intimidate him into pillaging the place for Big Tree.
    He only had to board up one of the windows, kill all the racoons that had made it a home, and do a fair amount of cleaning to make it a suitable place to live.  But the thing that had pleased him the most with his little find was the perfectly large basement  he used to store his herbs and spices.  Jericho liked to call it Doc's mad scientist lab, but Doc didn't see anything "mad" about it.
   Currently, Doc stood at his kitchen counter.  It was ivory white, and so clean that it glistened under the lights.  He opened up the cupboard doors above the counter and stared at the rows of jars before him.  At the top shelf stood Allspice, Basil, Bay Leaves, Cumin, Cinnamon, Dill...He halted. Cumin and Cinnamon were out of place. He rearranged them back into alphabetical order and continued his survey of spices.  Finally he pulled out a jar labeled Lavender.  Happy with his choice he grabbed a pot of already hot water and a small mug.  After pouring the dried lavender into the water, Doc pulled out a large jar from below the kitchen counter.  It was unlabeled and filled with small black seeds, similar in shape to the sunflower seed, but much browner.  He crushed 10 seeds with a knife and sprinkled the dust into the steeping tea. 
   He saw the special  concoctions he made as beneficial towards the people's morale.  If a simple plant could help them forget the shit hole existence that was left for them in this world, why the hell not?  Besides, at times when he found himself most bored, the special teas seemed to liven up the place.
   Doc lifted the hot cup of tea to his lips, but as he was about to take the first sip, there was a harsh banging at his door.  He sighed, putting the cup back down. 
   "You better run, before your sister finds you," Doc said, still looking down at his cup of tea.
   Out from one of the bottom pantries crawled Jericho.  He patted himself down, all the while grinning at Doc.  "How did you know?"
   More harsh banging on the door. 
   Doc turned to face Jericho, giving no hint of anger, surprise or urgency.  "You're not very good at alphabetizing."