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ataraxionlogs2014-02-13 03:25 am
vivelavenir) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-02-13 03:25 am
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CHARACTERS: Jean Prouvaire & Death
LOCATION: The Kitchens
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Meeting of the minds. A romantic poet fanboying over death incarnate. Tea.
NOTES: N/A.
He had rather taken to the tradition of having a cup of tea; a tradition that was not his own, but fancied, and then adopted, as with so many traditions of other cultures and times he had discovered in dusty books in Paris, and in other people, abroad this ship; ever since the picnic with Seraphim in the gardens. That he had gotten a good deal better at brewing it, and felt almost a meditative quality in watching the water boil and then cool to a level at which it would not burn the darkened leaves trapped in their little satchels, only added to the pleasure of the task.
When the ship had been very cool in places, he had welcomed the warmth of it. When too warm, he had left it to get chilly in the freezer, and it was as a tonic in ten minute's time.
There was also a bit of joy in the knowledge of how much sugar to add (much), and what went well with it (chocolate, of which he had a little left), and the feeling of having some mastery of something in this room with its bizarre machinery and its daunting ingredients.
So, Jehan waited patiently astride a kettle, watching the steam begin to curl from its lip with gently engaged interest.
LOCATION: The Kitchens
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Meeting of the minds. A romantic poet fanboying over death incarnate. Tea.
NOTES: N/A.
He had rather taken to the tradition of having a cup of tea; a tradition that was not his own, but fancied, and then adopted, as with so many traditions of other cultures and times he had discovered in dusty books in Paris, and in other people, abroad this ship; ever since the picnic with Seraphim in the gardens. That he had gotten a good deal better at brewing it, and felt almost a meditative quality in watching the water boil and then cool to a level at which it would not burn the darkened leaves trapped in their little satchels, only added to the pleasure of the task.
When the ship had been very cool in places, he had welcomed the warmth of it. When too warm, he had left it to get chilly in the freezer, and it was as a tonic in ten minute's time.
There was also a bit of joy in the knowledge of how much sugar to add (much), and what went well with it (chocolate, of which he had a little left), and the feeling of having some mastery of something in this room with its bizarre machinery and its daunting ingredients.
So, Jehan waited patiently astride a kettle, watching the steam begin to curl from its lip with gently engaged interest.
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Passing her her tea, now, and taking up his own cup.
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She was already preparing for the comment about the letter D.
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"And did you want for any sugar, or lemon?"