[ota at spades] oh but it's cold outside
Unseasonable snow. No power, even in the Castles.
No change in schedule at Spades.
The kitchens will be grinding Overtime, of course. The nice range tops are out of commission, and the wood burners aren't quite enough for Everything--unless you fill the kitchen with half the Chives clan and a selection of entirely Petrified Twos and Threes. Ties and jackets will stay on despite roaring fires and a much more frenetic bustle than can usually be found in the well-maintained Machine that is the heart of Spades' Service.
But that doesn't mean visitors won't be handed a cup of cocoa on such a blustery day. There's even marshmallows for the tiny children. There's even a pot of cider on low boil just outside the door for those so inclined--and, of course, an entirely unfazed Five ready with his usual dead Smile to add a shot of something Stronger for those particularly frazzled. This is Good, after all. Crisis mean Not Thinking.
Just don't think the butler's letting you past the door unless you've got a tray on your arm--or another delivery of wood.
No change in schedule at Spades.
The kitchens will be grinding Overtime, of course. The nice range tops are out of commission, and the wood burners aren't quite enough for Everything--unless you fill the kitchen with half the Chives clan and a selection of entirely Petrified Twos and Threes. Ties and jackets will stay on despite roaring fires and a much more frenetic bustle than can usually be found in the well-maintained Machine that is the heart of Spades' Service.
But that doesn't mean visitors won't be handed a cup of cocoa on such a blustery day. There's even marshmallows for the tiny children. There's even a pot of cider on low boil just outside the door for those so inclined--and, of course, an entirely unfazed Five ready with his usual dead Smile to add a shot of something Stronger for those particularly frazzled. This is Good, after all. Crisis mean Not Thinking.
Just don't think the butler's letting you past the door unless you've got a tray on your arm--or another delivery of wood.