Tea for Two or Three

[gavesugar]

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.

Comments

[gavesugar]

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."

[blondandperfect]

"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?"

[gavesugar]

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?"

[blondandperfect]

"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."

[gavesugar]

"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."

[blondandperfect]

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."

[gavesugar]

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."

[blondandperfect]

"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?"

[gavesugar]

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."

[blondandperfect]

"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.

[gavesugar]

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.

[blondandperfect]

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!"

[gavesugar]

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.