Tea capsule

I remember it as if it was just yesterday,
though it was two years ago at my sister’s wedding.
To commemorate the event, the happy couple
gave every guest several gifts, among them this thing:
a little capsule full of dried fruit and petals mix,
an amount barely sufficient for one cup of tea,
which you tried to open immediately — the plug
popped out and sprung across the table straight into me.
As I handed it back to you, our hands gently touched,
and I joked whether you wanted to cook it right thence.
We both giggled, apparently already tipsy.
So this was the start of our brief direct acquaintance.