Tea on the go - RP

[myra_reldon]

Myra has the water boiling; her tea kettle from home has been brought to the secondary apartment, as have a couple teacakes. She's preparing the leaves from one that is particularly strong, but has yet to let them brew. It only takes a couple minutes and she doesn't want it to get bitter before the Old Tiger has a chance to drink it. Next to the

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[evillurks]

He arrives with a sheaf of papers in hand, dressed in slacks and button-down shirt, but his silver hair still damp from a recent shower. The journey has left him tired, harrassed, and coughing again from excessive exposure to second-hand smoke. His grim and glowering expression does nothing to improve his appearance, although anger lends him the vitality to combat fatigue. "I didn't miss anything? Aside from the hijacking..." It's a sore point, still, since he arrived in the country to reports that the situation had only just ended.

[myra_reldon]

"Nothing that the police didn't take care of." Wasn't that the fact? There had been any number of disturbances just in the area, but the police had been rather efficient about taking care of it all. Nothing particular besides the hijacking had made the news and she didn't receive any reports from Burbank to tell her otherwise.

"Extra strong?" She held up a small tea diffuser and motioned with it towards the teacake.

[evillurks]

"Yes, please." Burbank has briefed him in full, of course, but the crimes have been fairly run-of-the-mill. The start of the school season has distracted younger criminals, and the end of summer has been quiet thus far.

He drops the papers lightly on her coffee table. "Brought you assorted information to look over. Some of it may be redundant." He leans against a chair, resisting the urge to sit down. "I expected to miss something, somehow..." The fruitless trip has left him feeling pessimistic.

[myra_reldon]

Myra adds a few extra leaves to the diffuser before setting it in the pot. The couple of minutes it will take to brew allows her to walk over and pick up one of the papers, glancing at it.

"Thanks." She looks up at him and quirks an eyebrow for only a brief moment. Quickly she looks back down to the paper and reads a few lines while she speaks. "How's the shoulder?"