Tony + Bertie, G, fluffzekkassMay 9 2011, 08:26:46 UTC
[ooc: belated, but here you go! It's not so much slash as it is a bit of my headcanon, with Tony being a nephew to Bertie and Bertie getting along fine with his nephew. :) I hope you like it!]
"I can't see why you like the stuff, but each to his own, right?"
Tony looked at his cup of coffee and at Bertie's cup of tea and cleared his throat quietly. "Have you tried it?"
"Jeeves won't let me go about not liking foods or drinks if I haven't tried them, but that was ages ago..." Bertie hmmed. "What, do you think I'll like it now? Put it from your mind, Nephew mine, when I make up my mind, I won't change it for anything."
Except Jeeves, Tony thought, but for politeness' sake he said nothing about that. He thought about it for a moment, then snapped his fingers.
"What is it?" Bertie asked.
"Can I convince you to take one sip of it, Bertie? I know a way to flavor the coffee so that you might like it better."
"I don't know...I'm a tea man, you know. English to the bone and all that."
"Just a sip, please?" Tony asked, and tried looking at Bertie the way he looked at Control when he was being stubborn. He had been told he resembled a puppy, and it often worked, so perhaps...
"...alright, alright! But only one sip!"
Tony beamed at Bertie and bustled off to make a fresh cup off coffee, with an excess of sugar and creamer in it, and with just a touch of his usual magic when making coffee.
He carried the cup back to Bertie carefully and set it down in front of him, and stepped back, waiting expectantly.
A moment passed, and then Bertie picked up the cup, blowing on it briefly before trying a sip.
"I say!"
Tony brightened - that was exactly what he had wanted to hear.
"I say, this is extraordinary! It tastes...sweet? I didn't know that coffee could taste sweet!"
"I used an excess of sugar and creamer, Bertie," Tony said, smiling faintly, studying his shoes now, just a touch embarrassed. "I thought you'd like it sweet."
"Well I do," Bertie says. "Would you mind passing along the recipe to Jeeves?"
"I wouldn't mind," Tony said, "but I don't think he'd appreciate it much."
"Oh, rot. If I like it, he'll make it."
Tony fidgeted briefly. "I'm not so sure..."
"...oh, alright. We'll save this for when I visit, and keep it special. Alright?"
"Thank you," Tony said, relieved. As much as he liked Jeeves, he was all too aware of how hidebound Jeeves could be sometimes, especially when it came to drinks...or fashion, as Bertie had impressed into him with his stories.
"Well, I say, I didn't realize this could be so good," Bertie says again, and when Tony sat down again to resume his own cup, Bertie eyed his cup.
"Ah, what do you put in yours?"
"Not much, I'm afraid," Tony says. "It's nothing special."
"Pish to that, I say. You are exception with this coffee stuff."
Tony smiled shyly and sipped his coffee. "Thanks, Bertie."
"I can't see why you like the stuff, but each to his own, right?"
Tony looked at his cup of coffee and at Bertie's cup of tea and cleared his throat quietly. "Have you tried it?"
"Jeeves won't let me go about not liking foods or drinks if I haven't tried them, but that was ages ago..." Bertie hmmed. "What, do you think I'll like it now? Put it from your mind, Nephew mine, when I make up my mind, I won't change it for anything."
Except Jeeves, Tony thought, but for politeness' sake he said nothing about that. He thought about it for a moment, then snapped his fingers.
"What is it?" Bertie asked.
"Can I convince you to take one sip of it, Bertie? I know a way to flavor the coffee so that you might like it better."
"I don't know...I'm a tea man, you know. English to the bone and all that."
"Just a sip, please?" Tony asked, and tried looking at Bertie the way he looked at Control when he was being stubborn. He had been told he resembled a puppy, and it often worked, so perhaps...
"...alright, alright! But only one sip!"
Tony beamed at Bertie and bustled off to make a fresh cup off coffee, with an excess of sugar and creamer in it, and with just a touch of his usual magic when making coffee.
He carried the cup back to Bertie carefully and set it down in front of him, and stepped back, waiting expectantly.
A moment passed, and then Bertie picked up the cup, blowing on it briefly before trying a sip.
"I say!"
Tony brightened - that was exactly what he had wanted to hear.
"I say, this is extraordinary! It tastes...sweet? I didn't know that coffee could taste sweet!"
"I used an excess of sugar and creamer, Bertie," Tony said, smiling faintly, studying his shoes now, just a touch embarrassed. "I thought you'd like it sweet."
"Well I do," Bertie says. "Would you mind passing along the recipe to Jeeves?"
"I wouldn't mind," Tony said, "but I don't think he'd appreciate it much."
"Oh, rot. If I like it, he'll make it."
Tony fidgeted briefly. "I'm not so sure..."
"...oh, alright. We'll save this for when I visit, and keep it special. Alright?"
"Thank you," Tony said, relieved. As much as he liked Jeeves, he was all too aware of how hidebound Jeeves could be sometimes, especially when it came to drinks...or fashion, as Bertie had impressed into him with his stories.
"Well, I say, I didn't realize this could be so good," Bertie says again, and when Tony sat down again to resume his own cup, Bertie eyed his cup.
"Ah, what do you put in yours?"
"Not much, I'm afraid," Tony says. "It's nothing special."
"Pish to that, I say. You are exception with this coffee stuff."
Tony smiled shyly and sipped his coffee. "Thanks, Bertie."
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