The mere chink of cups and saucers tunes the mind to happy repose. ~George Gissing
Saturday, June 5th
The Dormouse, just after the lunch rush
Rose gurgles and coo's happily in her basket, entertaining herself with my wedding necklace dangling just above her little hands. The diamonds catch the sunlight, and rainbows dance across the walls everytime it spins. When that fails to amuse her, there is always her own toes. Or Flopsy, which is a perfect match for the dress Dorian sent over just the other day. I have to admit it's a perfect coour on her, and maybe I should take her over later today so he can see it on her.
Later though. Romana has off today, and I can't blame her. It's a beautiful Saturday, and if I were young and lovely and single, I wouldn't want to be stuck at work either. At least it's slowed down now, and only one table lingers, chatting over tea. I have most of the dishes done, so there's nothing to do but wait to see if they need anything else, talk to Rose, and keep reading my library book about Green Mythology. The task ahead is daunting to say the least, and I don't want to rush into it without as much information as I can possibly have.
I flip the page and take a sip of strawberry tea as Rose giggles as the jewel spins at her touch. "Very pretty, Sweetling." I murmur, reaching in to tickle her toes.
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The Dormouse, just after the lunch rush
Rose gurgles and coo's happily in her basket, entertaining herself with my wedding necklace dangling just above her little hands. The diamonds catch the sunlight, and rainbows dance across the walls everytime it spins. When that fails to amuse her, there is always her own toes. Or Flopsy, which is a perfect match for the dress Dorian sent over just the other day. I have to admit it's a perfect coour on her, and maybe I should take her over later today so he can see it on her.
Later though. Romana has off today, and I can't blame her. It's a beautiful Saturday, and if I were young and lovely and single, I wouldn't want to be stuck at work either. At least it's slowed down now, and only one table lingers, chatting over tea. I have most of the dishes done, so there's nothing to do but wait to see if they need anything else, talk to Rose, and keep reading my library book about Green Mythology. The task ahead is daunting to say the least, and I don't want to rush into it without as much information as I can possibly have.
I flip the page and take a sip of strawberry tea as Rose giggles as the jewel spins at her touch. "Very pretty, Sweetling." I murmur, reaching in to tickle her toes.
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