Afternoon Tea [Dated to 5/12]

[madeofstories]

It's taken her an entire day and most of the morning as well, but Grace is almost certain that everything is perfect. The table she's borrowed is set up in the clearing between her own hut and the stage, each place setting with its own small plate and tea cup (though some are mugs, as she's had to make due with what she could borrow from the

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[halfscarlet]

Even if it weren't for someone he was fond of, Billy would have attended the tea party on the invite alone. It was incredibly pink and fancier than most things he was used to, and the fact that it was all in honor of Jason just made things that much better.

He'd pulled on a red button up shirt and black slacks, the only clothes resembling formal he had, and showed up to the tea party in a relatively good mood.

[prodigaljaybird]

Jason spends about five seconds being jealous that Billy hadn't had to put on a blazer, too, but he doesn't actually mind his own so much anymore. It hides most of his cast, letting him pretend that when his right hand is in his lap and hidden by the table, he's totally fine.

"Check out these puff things," he says, pushing the plate of volauvents Billy's way. "They taste like bacon, it's awesome."

[halfscarlet]

"These have bacon?" They looked too delicate and cute to have something as delicious as bacon in them. Billy picked one up with two fingers, and looked over it at Jason. "Are you sure?"

[prodigaljaybird]

"Tastes like it," says Jason, pushing another into his mouth just to be sure. "Probably boar," he adds around the mouthful. "S'good."

[halfscarlet]

That entire display went against everything Billy was sure this formal afternoon tea was supposed to represent, and he shrugged and put one in his mouth anyway. He raised an eyebrow at Jason as he chewed, and didn't speak until he'd swallowed it down. "Even the nice, fluffy looking things taste like the same thing we have for breakfast every other day."

[prodigaljaybird]

Jason's mouth parts in surprise, all his freshly stuffed voulauvents on unfortunate display. "Not like this," he insists, with no memory of finding bacon flavored biscuits at any breakfast, but if they exist, he means to find them. "Plus I think them being pretty is kind of the point," he adds, snaking a look at Grace. She's always so put together, it'd intimidate Jason if she weren't so damn nice.