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

[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.