Interior, day, stone building. The Ancient One stands patiently just behind Doctor Strange, who is seated at a table (that we can not yet see). Strange concentrates one what he is doing with his hands, though it is not yet visible to the reader. They are inside a stone room with wooden tables and benches around.
Strange throws his hands in the air in exasperation. The Ancient One continues to look on patiently. Strange's task is still not shown.
1. STRANGE: This is damned hopeless! I'll never get this right.
The Ancient One places a hand on Strange's shoulder as though to comfort or console him. Strange massages his temples with one hand.
2. ANCIENT ONE: The road to perfection has many bumps and turns. But the journey is worth more than the destination.
Strange stands up suddenly. The Ancient One looks at him in surprise. The table that Strange was sitting at is still obscured from view.
3. STRANGE: Fine!
Strange walks away from the table, revealing a full tea set with various bottles of herbs and spices. Strange has a small caldron in hand, as might be used to heat water.
4. STRANGE: But I need to heat more water if we're going to go further down this tea making "road".