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sirenspull_logs2012-02-19 01:10 pm
gavesugar) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-02-19 01:10 pm
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 housethat 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.
When: February 19th, Early Afternoon
Where: Sector 5, at a very lovely, very sedate coffee house
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.