[For Bran]Service for Eight!
Will wakes early nearly every morning so he can do yoga before breakfast, but that doesn't mean he's necessarily awake when he puts the kettle on and makes his way to the beach while the sun is still working on rising. All of this is to say when he returns to the hut much more alert and ready to truly begin his day, only to find the wooden hutch tucked against the wall near the stove, filled with shelf after shelf of beautiful dishes, he's not entirely sure whether it had been there when he woke up or not.
But it's here now, and Will holds his breath as he moves closer, running his fingers almost reverently over the handle of the teapot on the shelf, chewing on his lip as he pulls open a drawer, finding it stocked with flatware, another with table linens...
"...Well," he breathes, taking a step back to take it all in again, the kettle on the stove forgotten despite the steady stream of steam coming from it.
But it's here now, and Will holds his breath as he moves closer, running his fingers almost reverently over the handle of the teapot on the shelf, chewing on his lip as he pulls open a drawer, finding it stocked with flatware, another with table linens...
"...Well," he breathes, taking a step back to take it all in again, the kettle on the stove forgotten despite the steady stream of steam coming from it.