You can say many things with a cup of tea, I love you, I'm sorry, Cheer Up, We are all in this together. It even mended the Tardis once. And a tea pot that is pretty and doesn't drip. Bliss.
I am brought a cup of tea in bed every morning... if I were HWMBO(I) I would have given up on this years ago, as I inevitably take one mouthful , fall asleep again and leave it to go cold but he persists because he knows I like it and I think its romantic. (he was once going away for work in the very early hours and he left me a thermos of tea by the bed - this is the singularly most romantic gesture ever made)
Sitting down with a friend knowing that you are going to sit and chat for long enough for it to be worth making a pot of tea, putting milk in a jug and getting the tea cosy out....
I don't hold with a fruit flavoured tea, not really. Always a bit of a let down - they smell good but don't really deliver. I'm the same with coffee. I'd like to like it, it feels grown up and sophisticated but it's just not for me.
Taking the time to make someone a cup of tea the way they like it shows you care (I like mine the colour of a digestive biscuit, strong with a bit of milk in case anyone was wondering). There are many variables to take into account - strength, milk, sugar or not, what kind of cup do they like... I know that a friendship is developing well when I no longer need to ask how they like their tea, I just know.
There is pleasure in a solitary cup of tea too - stopping, boiling the kettle, tea bag in cup, burning your fingers taking the tea bag out so you don't dirty a tea spoon (but then drip it all over the side so you have to get a cloth out - its a false economy really) and then the first sip when its still just a bit too hot. The occasions when you take the second sip at just the right temperature - its cooled down a bit but its still properly hot.... lovely.