There was a heavy sigh embedded in the words. Waver was glad the kettle went off when it did, the sound of steam escaping the spout coupled with the click of the little lever one pressed down on to start the boil cycle. Wordlessly, he poured the steaming water into one of the teacups, and then the other. Each already had a teabag in it (black tea, hardly anything special). As the tea brewed, the heady air of Irish breakfast tea (strong, stout, meant to wake one up) filled the air. Satisfied that the cups were full without being dangerously so, El-Melloi II handed one over to his temporary charge.
"Sugar bowl's on the table over there," he gestured to a coffee table parked between two sofas. Those were used for meetings, or else as a landing zone for throwing Flat about. The area saw a fair amount of use during the school year. "If you want milk or cream, I'll need to run to the department's refridgerator."
The mini-fridge was one of the few mundane things in the department, but it was practical.
El-Melloi II did nothing to his own cup, he simply held it in his hands and waited for a response to his question. I'm curious wasn't a decision between option A or option B. His face remained impassive, wondering why there hadn't been a straight forward choice yet. Was it actually so hard to figure out if one wanted to be alone for an afternoon or not?
A little prompting never went awry though. "Or did you have a third option in mind?"
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There was a heavy sigh embedded in the words. Waver was glad the kettle went off when it did, the sound of steam escaping the spout coupled with the click of the little lever one pressed down on to start the boil cycle. Wordlessly, he poured the steaming water into one of the teacups, and then the other. Each already had a teabag in it (black tea, hardly anything special). As the tea brewed, the heady air of Irish breakfast tea (strong, stout, meant to wake one up) filled the air. Satisfied that the cups were full without being dangerously so, El-Melloi II handed one over to his temporary charge.
"Sugar bowl's on the table over there," he gestured to a coffee table parked between two sofas. Those were used for meetings, or else as a landing zone for throwing Flat about. The area saw a fair amount of use during the school year. "If you want milk or cream, I'll need to run to the department's refridgerator."
The mini-fridge was one of the few mundane things in the department, but it was practical.
El-Melloi II did nothing to his own cup, he simply held it in his hands and waited for a response to his question. I'm curious wasn't a decision between option A or option B. His face remained impassive, wondering why there hadn't been a straight forward choice yet. Was it actually so hard to figure out if one wanted to be alone for an afternoon or not?
A little prompting never went awry though. "Or did you have a third option in mind?"