IC Contact - City of Ariel

[forgivetheinsubordination]

Right. Because people are going to be leaving messages in my head now.

Try it.

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[forgivetheinsubordination]

A guy offers to show off for you and you're asking for tea. Yeah, you've got this under control.

[But there's calm teasing to his words. He's not bothered, and Garrus sticks the bags in the mugs, pouring in the hot water and bringing it over to the table.]

Pull up a chair.

[Then he's going back to the cabinet quickly and grabbing sugar.]

Uh. I stick this in mine. I guess there are other things you can put in it too? I can see if we have something if you need it.

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[ihaveashotgun]

Well, Mr. Vakarian, it's not as if you can see me flutter my lashes, anyway. And not like I'd risk swooning in this kitchen and triggering a collapsing shelf or something. [There's an answering hint of teasing to her words, even as she looks slantwise up at him from the array of teas. A slow beat passes before she shifts to find a seat at the table.]

Um, right. No, I'm fine, I'll take mine as it comes. We... have something a lot like this on the Flotilla, so you could say it's homey.

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[forgivetheinsubordination]

[His mandibles flicker in amusement as he looks the kitchen over.]

You might have a point. This is one of the most secure kitchens in the city, likely, but not the safest.

[He brings over the sugar and takes a seat of his own, pulling a glove off to poke his tea bag so it bobs in the water. That's the best part of tea, really.]

The flavor's there, but just a little too faint for me. Or maybe I just like adding things to earth food and drinks. They have a lot of additions. So, yeah. What did you want to talk about?

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[ihaveashotgun]

Are you sure you're steeping it enough? The dark variety gets pretty strong if you let it sit for long enough. Don't ask how I know this. Field research was involved. [She casts a look out of the kitchen window, amusement noodling along her words.

She tugs a knee up, leaning back into the chair once she's sure the back of it will hold her weight. When did she last sit in a friend's kitchen over a drink, nothing more important in the immediate plan than the sharing of company? She can't remember. The kitchen may be a borrowed one and the moment most definitely stolen, but she finds she wants to pretend a little.]

We have a minute, don't we? [she says softly.] So give it a minute. It'll come to me.