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hattie,
sheila

Tea for Two or Three

Who: Hattie, Sheila, and possibly Ella, if she so desires!
When: February 19th, Early Afternoon
Where: Sector 5, at a very lovely, very sedate coffee house ~~that won't be sedate for long.~~
Summary: Sheila's been promising Hattie tea.
Warnings: squeaky clean!

Tea, once a foreign concept to Sheila rather before her time, has flourished to become her favorite time of the day. The table, lined with a lace curtain, has a small pot of plain black leaf tea steaming away in a red china pot at the center, and is ringed with several dishes of sweet buns, small cakes, and a variety of cookies.

Sheila wears a simple dress of pink that's a season too light; she shivers slightly as she slips into, adjusting the soft suede strap of her pink heels. She doesn't look out of place among these people anymore - and she doesn't mind being marked as different when among them when she speaks and is made different.

She awaits Hattie, fingers steepled, watching her pot of tea steam.

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Pft. As if she'd go to a social outing with Ella when she had a choice. Don't think so! Hattie wasn't the biggest tea fan, she had been hoping to work on the aquired taste since all the fancy people drink it. Wine was on that list as well, but that tasted even worse!

It's so hard being classy.

Hattie arrived into the shop, looking good in an orange turtleneck, black pants and shoes under a designer winter coat and scarf. And she did so at a brisk pace, clearly eager to get out of the cold! "I really can't stand this season sometimes," she says aloud, closing the door behind her while unraveling her scarf, "It's simply ridiculous."

The young blonde looked around Sheila, and would beeline to the other woman while looking around. She's deciding whether this is a place for rich people or poor people, since she didn't research beforehand.

Sheila's fairly good at pretending she's got some class going on - even though her temper is awful and tends to supersede her good intentions more often than not. She smiles at Hattie's tone as she enters the shop; she will never tell the girl this aloud, but she reminds Sheila of a nursemaid of her nurse, the blustery, hectoring one who could put the fear of God into her with a single look.

"Tis a fair sight better than spending it within the chill walls of a castle," she points out. "Well met, Hattie."

The shop falls somewhere in the middle of the class line, to Sheila's reckoning: it's clean and beautifully ordered, and the food and tea smell incredible.

It'd be a lot easier for Hattie if she had the resources to back up her attitude; as it stood she could really only get away with it picking on people like Keigo and Larry. It was both frustrating and aggravating, but somehow she had managed to mosey along the months she's been here.

Upon seeing Sheila, the blonde did smile. "Sheila, it's been quite some time. You're looking.." Pink. Very pink. ".. Well."

She seemed to accept the surroundings, and after removing her coat and setting it about the back of the chair, she took a seat, "Tell me about it, I couldn't imagine what it'd be like being stuck in tht storm in a cold castle. What was it, five days or some such? Terrible. Simply terrible. How did you survive it?"

Hattie, at least, has her own form of fearlessness. Sheila wasn't successful at bossing anyone in her own time; even the servants were Arthur's to command. At court it was no different; she was yet another maiden deferential to the queen. All of her fearlessness stems from her previous status as a favored child of the household.

Sheila does pick up on the slight hesitation of Hattie's voice. She manages a smile. "As are ye. Quite..." gaudy "Stylish!"

She takes another drought from her cup of tea. "The only way I might - shut myself away with a heater and a tome."

Hattie similarly picked up on Sheila's hesitance, and her brows furrowed just a touch. Was this woman dare thinking that she wasn't -really- stylish looking? Or perhaps she just wasn't used to seeing a fashionista of her magnitude? She decides on the second, and abruptly breaks into a fluttering laugh, "Aren't I? Modern fashion isn't so bad, though so many things being so.. Well, short, is rather difficult to adjust to. There's a lot to take in; but that isn't too large a task for me." she proudly declares.

Wait a minute. Did she say 'tome'? That stunned Hattie into silence for a moment, then she shook her head, "There are no amount of novels that would keep me sane for five days. No shopping. No spas. No manicures. And I got bored of Ella." She notices the tea, giving it a curious look, "So.. What blend is this?"

Never! Sheila will gratefully accept that laughter, and join her in the laughter, the last bit knowing as they talk about outfits. "Aye, I find myself letting hems down more oft than not - 'tis still difficult for me to judge where my own line lies."

Yep, tome! There was also lots of tea and sewing - all things she loathed once, but ones she finds comfort in when the world dumps a flood of snow on her, apparently. "La, I am surprised ye did not do injury to one another."

"Believe me, you're not nearly as surprised as I am. Though I suppose it helped that she finally learned her place." Hattie says as she looks to her teacup. She raised it to her lips, blew at the steam, then took a sip.

Her lips drew inward a moment, then she smiled, "Oh, that wasn't bad at all.. So yes, it's really trial and error in a way, tough honest clerks play an important part as well. You have to know when they speak the truth, or just want your money." nod.

"So, I believe I've heard your boss on the network before; apparently he's quite wealthy. Are you his personal secretary?"

"Her place?" Sheila's eyebrow rises. She pick up an almond teacake and takes several small ladylike bites in succession with sips of tea.

"Aye - and I hath more help than most with this."

Her look turns more eager at Hattie's mentioning Lee once more. "Aye - I am to assist Lee - I believe he is to be my sole charge."

"Oh, you hadn't heard?" Hattie asks, pretending as if it was the latest news. She gave a fluttering laugh as she took another drink. It wasn't bad at all, a girl could get used to this! "She's returned to her position of servitude. Though I suppose it makes sense that she hadn't told anyone about it since I wasn't around for so long. Well that isn't important now, I suppose."

Hattie nodded her head afterward, she recognized the name, "Your sole char- Your boss?" she asks, seeming to need clarification, "You must be excited, he's quite a handsome and powerful man!"

Sheila tenses just slightly - she's suspected as much from what she's gleaned from the NVs, but Ella hasn't volunteered more information on her own, and she knows better than to jump to conclusions. She keeps her tone even; causing a scene would worsen the situation for Ella. "Art she acclimated to such trials? She art a fine woman, and e'en if ye do not believe her not to be one, a gentlewoman as ye and I are."

She bites through the surface of the bun once more, firmly. "Aye, my boss," she declared. "And Lee art a fine man in truth."

A bun? Hattie would help herself to one of those as well, and gave Sheila a curious look- She seemed to be saying the opposite things in the same sentance, which makes her laugh in amusement, "Most likely, it's not really something I thought of asking about. But that's a silly thing to say, of course I believe she's a fine woman. I've seen the world in a new light, since I've taken control of my emotions."

She seems quite happy to talk about Lee, "Oooh is he? He does have that air about him even though I didn't meet him in person. I'm sure if you get in good with him you'll make some really good contacts! So." she leans in closer, obviously interested, "What do you have to do for him?"

Sheila knows enough of life that backing down a bit shall properly ingratiate her to Hattie. "Ye must forgive me; I am terribly unfamiliar with the sisterly bond." Or step-sisterly in this case.

She chuckles lightly. "Tis but the learning of programs and the filing away of information, Hattie, and I fer 'tis little more."

A clever one, that Sheila, and Hattie doesn't seem to be the wiser! She gives a dismissive wave of her hand, followed with a fluttering laugh, "Oh don't worry about it, Sheila. Live and learn and all that, hm?"

The blonde seems a bit disappointed by the bit afterward, "Well.. You never know, perhaps something more grand will come along once you've spent enough time there. So when you say 'learning programs', do you have to watch television? That doesn't sound so bad."

You don't spend as many years in a royal court without picking up a few things from silver-tongued courtiers. "Aye, indeed - we shall do both!"

Sheila lifts her shoulders. "T'will certainly be a change from scraping to make my meals." She takes a drought of tea and shakes her head, swallowing quickly. "Nay, Hattie - they art computer programs that teach one how to manage an office."

"Wonderful!" Hattie agreed, though seemed a touch confused once again by Sheila's manner of speech. Did she have difficulty cooking? What did that have to do with anything?

"Ah, yes, computers I've heard of those. I admit I'm a bit surprised you've landed a profession involving those. Though then again, you are quite talented with your fingers, aren't you?" She refers to Sheila's sewing but, take it as you will. "How were you convinced to take such a position?"

The magic of medieval speech, Hattie! "La, 'twas Lee's choice. To accept It, I must discover the wonders of thy modern age. 'Twas Lee's suggestion mostly - and as a token of esteem I would do much for Lee." There is a soft choking sound at Hattie's suggestion, but she washes it away with more tea. "But I speak too much of myself. What doest thou now, Hattie?"

"That is one really nice thing about this time," Hattie mostly agrees about the technology of the modern age, "There are so many buttons, and they do -so- many things! Though texting is a bit of a bother, I haven't memorized the key positions yet.."

As for Lee, "That's sweet." She does remember Sheila talking about having another love interest, but she'd be really eager to see if something ended up blossoming between her and Lee. A sordid love affair in the work place? MROWL!

"Oh goodness where do I even start? Well, I go to the gym still, and I have a useless cat. Oh, and I was on a -wonderful- date on Valentine's with a man named Vincent Nightray. He agreed to help me become a Princess! And he's -so- handsome.." Hattie seems to grow incresingly breathless with each word. "That, however, is just between you and me."

"Aye! Tis not an option I oft take, though the written word now brings me great pleasure."

And no, Hattie, Not yet ~~though she did see that public NV post of his which she'll Never Forget.~~

"Doest thy cat pair well with Ella's menagerie?" she wonders. She smiles and tilts her head. "I shalt not breathe a word."

What. She'll just roll with it. "Well that's good."

Afterward she beams in approval to Sheila's silence, "Excellent. Though what are you talking about? The beast that Ella keeps?" the blonde huffs with a roll of her eyes, "I hate that thing, I honestly can't figure out why Ella is so fond of that vicious, bloodthirsty pet. Well, when it eats her, -then- she'll know better, won't she?"

Hattie shakes her head and takes a deeper drink of her tea. "As far as I know they get along all right, but I try to keep him away from that thing; I don't want him getting eaten."

Rolling with it is always a good option when it comes to Sheila.

"Aye. I take it ye're no fan of it." She shakes her head. "Lucifer is a scrappy one - with the dignity of the barn toms I once knew. he shall survive unscathed, I do believe."

"No, not one bit," Hattie confirms with a frown, and naturally continued to complain, "I mean honestly, who keeps a -wolf- as a pet? Would -you-? I doubt it! What's next? A bear cub? A baby dragon? Her taste in pets are horrid!"

She does brighten at the mention of her cat, "He's a khao manee, you know. A very rare breed. Eyes like diamonds. Though.. Hmn, I suppose he is. Honestly I've been disappointed that he can't talk. I really thought he could, so he's actually a little boring. But he's rare, I should hope he survives!" oh Hattie. You are so spoiled.

"Do you have any pets?"

At that, Sheila has to chuckle. Though she adores Ella, the girl does have unique taste in her animal companions. "A wolf is only a wee bit removed from a dog, Hattie," she declares. "Ella's taste art not so exotic in this."

Sheila absorbs information about Lucifer's breed with dry interest. "I suppose he makes up for his boringness by being mischievous," she suggests playfully. "Nay, I fear I lack a small beast of my own - at home there were the castle mousers, and my mare, Alabaster, though I was not oft allowed to ride far from the castle with her."

"I suppose you're right. But I still don't like it." Hattie frowns. Apparently she doesn't like dogs either. What a surprise!

At the mention of mischief, that does bring a smile to Hattie's lips as she nods in approval, "Well yes, I suppose it does. Though I'm rarely around when he acts up. I suppose I'm a bit jaded because.. Well really, pets aren't much of a status symbol as they were back in our time. -Everyone- has them now, so you're not really missing out."

She then gasps, impressed, "A -mare-? That's so amazin-" She's cut off by a loud beeping of her NV from her bag, making her blush a bit. Hattie seems torn on whether she should ignore it or not.

Sheila nods. "Oft we must tolerate what doeth displease us. Oh, aye - I recall when 'twas important to have a steed or mare of proper breed. Now one rides for leisure, not travel."

She smirks against her cup. "Ye've a gentleman caller?" so to speak.

Hattie blinks, ".. I hope so!" her expression lights up at the thought as she takes out the NV, in the shape of a compact, which she opens. After a moment of silence her brow furrows, then she gives a disappointed sigh.

"Well, speaking of things we tolerate that displeases us.. One of my foolish companions needs my assistance." the blonde says with a roll of her eyes. The NV is snapped shut, the woman giving another smile. "I'm sorry, I should be on my way to straighten this out, but it's been a pleasure. We really must do it again!"

Sheila gives Hattie a chuckle, polishing off the last of the scones. "Aye - we shalt feast upon the most delectable of things once more! Well met, Hattie! And fare thee well."

She'll leave the table later, once she's had her fill of tea and the last bit of teacake.

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