Tea Party with Captive Listener

[takeme2urpants]

[You find yourself sitting at a lovely table with all the trimmings, this unusually warm October evening. Above the table is a sign:]

UNLOAD YOUR PROBLEMS ON THIS DUDE

[The arrow points down to ZEX. He sighs, and pours you tea.]

I suppose you might as well. I have no other plans for the evening.

Comments

[pussyfortono]

[ but i like tea ]

[takeme2urpants]

[Then tea you may have]

Good evening, my friend.

[pussyfortono]

Admiral Zex.

[takeme2urpants]

And have you been well?

[theskyenceguy]

At least there's food.

[takeme2urpants]

Ever the optimist, Detective.

[theskyenceguy]

Food can make a lot of things tolerable.

[takeme2urpants]

True. At least one always has something to do instead of talking, when food is around.

How are you?

[redmarksthespot]

What are you?

[takeme2urpants]

Trapped here.

[redmarksthespot]

Yeah, so? You look interesting.

[takeme2urpants]

Thank you, but I wonder if your earlier question wasn't a bit too abrupt to be strictly considered polite.

[livedtwice]

I suppose that would assume I have some problems, which I don't.

Oddly enough.

[takeme2urpants]

You are in a most enviable position, then. ♥ How do you take your tea?

[livedtwice]

Sweetened, with not too much milk.

... And you are?

[takeme2urpants]

[Preparing~]

I am Admiral ZEX. Apparently I have not been as social as I might have been, and so I am here this evening.

[ofhisword]

[sweet, tea.]

You're much too kind.

[ateyourbaby]

[climbing into dat lap and stealing all the pastries]

[ofhisword]

[. . . allows it.]

[ateyourbaby]

It's sweet!