Tea Meme!

[yetanothermeme]

Okay, so there's like a million billion sexy time memes. So let's not be sexy. Sexy is good but sometimes it's fun to have fluff and humor.

We need some motherfucking tea here up in this bitch.

Rules
1) Decide you are the drinker or server before you post.

2) Name, Fandom, Preferences, and if you're drinking or servering.

4) Go tag. Go to random. Do we

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Christopher Kahl | Five of Clubs | House of Cards

[schoollikenew]

Would you mind me voicetesting off of you? 7, if it's okay.

[butticula]

[Like a good butler (after all, she is an exceptional butler), Karin's noticed that Christopher hasn't yet come down for a meal. And so, she assembled sandwiches and tea, picking out a fragrant Oolong to serve today.

Lightly, she taps on his door, balancing the tray one-handed.]

I MIND SO MUCH. (Yooou! <3)

[schoollikenew]

[He's absolutely not used to the Butler ting. Absolutely not. He's used to clenaing his own things, making his own lunches... all of that. A few months in the castle won't break 35 years of training.

So he's in the middle of lesson planning (oh god, and Summer is coming up and he's lesson planning) when he hears the knock. He lifts his head, running through who could be at the door.]

Come in?

[butlebattler]

[It is a finagle to get through the door, and at one point, the tea tray is balanced between her chest and her left hand. But after a moment, she's in and it's all good. She even offers him a reassuring little smile.]

You haven't been down for breakfast or lunch today.

[It's an observation, rather than an accusation, as she searches for a surface on his room upon which to set the tray. She's loath to get the tea too close to his lesson planning, so the desk isn't her first choice.]

[schoollikenew]

[When he realizes it's Karin, he's all but jumps from his seat. Karin often has something in her hands and it's not right to ask someone to open the door with things in their hands. Momma taught him better than that.]

No Ma'am. Granola bars do well enough for breakfast and I just realized what time it was.

[Unlike other resident geniuses, Christopher has a very neat room, though it might be due to spartan than anything else. There's an open table.]

You didn't have to bring anything.

[butlebattler]

Granola bars aren't a breakfast, Mister Kahl.

[She gives him a pointed little look as she sets the tray down.]

Especially the ones they make off-Deck, with all the high-fructose corn syrup. If I have to make a point of cooking breakfast for you on a daily basis and bringing it to your room, I will. Food is important.

So is tea.

[schoollikenew]

[He looks carefully at the tray, then at her.]

It's one of those health granola bars.

[Meaning? Yup, made off Deck.]

I've just been a touch busy, that's all.

12, apparently.

[piquedbutler]

...Clubs. What on earth to serve errant Clubs when they came visiting. He'd sent plenty of tea over to Karin in the past few years for Tegan, but... really.

What on earth to serve Clubs who weren't Tegan.

"I hope you've not been waiting long, Master Five," comes naturally as he moves to set out the service of daffodil tea. Because Clubs are... floral, right? Everyone who's not a Spade is a Heart? Yes. Likely that.

... 12. The most terrifying tea you could gie him, Mr. Chives. :||

[schoollikenew]

The tall man is relatively bland, really. Tan sport jacket, blue tie, matching pants and posture that's not quite bored but expecting. He needs to speak to King David about the young Aces' education and notes to go over when they eventually go to Germany and Greece to study Communism and the budding development of Democracy.

And this Club is an outsider who prefers coffee. Unless the tea is next to ice cold and incredibly sweet.

"Not too long, no, Mr. Chives." His voice is also a twang of a region in the United States that doesn't have much representation. Really, the gentlemen in question stands out like a spot on a white sheet among the Spades. "I thank you kindly."

Christopher Kahl is not a flower. But he'll accept the tea, blow on it, and sip it. Because the poor man doesn't have much tea manners, forgive him. Mr. Chives.

They will hear him on the other side of the Deck, I imagine.

[piquedbutler]

Clubs. Outsiders. Coffee-drinkers.

There is clearly no winning in this instance.

Still, Chives is a man of Strict Service and Unflagging Devotion to his tea, which will hold him stock still and waiting for pronouncement at the other man's elbow. Even if the other man is Drinking It Wrong. Which a person would think impossible, but. Club. Outsider. Coffee.

"Not at all, sir. One only hopes it's to your liking."

And they will fear. He's a soft quiet man. :||

[schoollikenew]

Coffee has more caffeine. And Ice Tea is excellent in summer.

But tea should never be drunk luke-warm. And if he doesn't drink his tea now, it will be luke-warm and it will be miserable. And it's not even real tea so he doesn't have to drink it properly.

Clubs are logical like this.

He sets down the cup, a kind smile, "Well, I never-." A curious look at the tea as he rubs his throat. "Had daffo-"

Jesus Christ. He looks at Chives and looks entirely befuddled.

What did you do do, Butler?

/unrelated segue. Were you taught to spell it 'ice tea' growing up? :o

[piquedbutler]

Clubs are ridiculous like this. There, he fixed it.

Chives, of course, is a Spade. And Spades don't flinch. Even when, quite suddenly, the seemingly quiet man is all but booming at him. Nothing particularly harsh or cruel, but... unexpected, really.

"...we've... a selection of floral teas here, sir." Maybe just. Acting normally will help. And, you know. Prompting for a normal tone of voice. "Many of our visitors prefer them."

Don't blame the tea, Club. Blame your own ridiculousness.