As opposed to Cherry, Cris knew exactly why he was there. Although he no longer harbored resentment toward Jack -- who, he had to admit, was likely a better leader than Cris would have been -- he still wanted to have some say in the goings-on of the city. He needed to stay involved, a part of the community.
He strolled right in, surveying the room and the so far meager crowd. "Afternoon."
"Afternoon," Jack returned. He gestured to the chairs with one hand. "Have a seat?" He hadn't really expected everyone to be on time. Even without it acting up, time was a difficult thing to keep track of in Rowan. Jack checked his pocket watch, tucked into his trouser pocket with the chain attached to his belt instead of a buttonhole. The full three piece looked better on Ianto, anyway. Jack generally found them too constricting.
He'd actually started the day in a proper suit. The jacket had been abandoned almost immediately. The waistcoat had only lasted a few more hours. Now his cuffs were undone and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
Absently, he added 'reliable time' to the bottom of his list. Not a priority, but something to keep in mind. "Would anyone like a drink? Coffee?"
"I'm alright, thanks." Cris wasn't much for coffee, he was picky about his tea, and somehow he didn't think Jack meant to imply any other sort of drink. Unless this was a different sort of meeting than he'd been led to believe. He settled into a chair.
"Nice day for it," he added in a serviceable attempt at small talk, with a nod toward the window. "We could almost be doing this outside."
"Do you have any of that tea left?" Cho asked, coming into the room and settling down in the seat next to Cris. Jack nodded and Cho smiled. "Milk and two sugars, please. Hey." The last word was directed to the redhead beside her. She pulled a little box out of her bag and opened it. "Cookie?" Sleep had pretty much been entirely replaced with food prep at this point in her life.
"Very well, Mister Gainfly. Thank you." It was an exaggeration, perhaps a flat out lie, but he just seemed so chipper and happy. She couldn't be honest with him and bring him down. She took a cookie of her own, lemon cranberry, and nibbled on the edge of it. "How's business? Booming, I hope."
Jack held a kettle of water in front of them, his hand protected by a thick mitt. "Would one of you mind boiling this?"
"Improving." Cris looked toward the kettle and gave an almost inconsequential wave of his hand, and a flame swirled into being under the bottom of it. "The time disturbances didn't destroy us utterly, but it slowed things up. Now, at least, things are on track." The connection with Cherry's work was helping too -- though only a little. They still needed to work on getting a centralized location for their business.
"Were you moving more slowly or more quickly? Or did you not go through at an even rate? It seems a lot of people just sort of... jumped around." Jack went to make the tea and Cho finished her cookie and reached for another one. "I actually had a little pet project that I wanted to talk to you about. I think you might be one of the most qualified people to help me with the fiddly bits."
He strolled right in, surveying the room and the so far meager crowd. "Afternoon."
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He'd actually started the day in a proper suit. The jacket had been abandoned almost immediately. The waistcoat had only lasted a few more hours. Now his cuffs were undone and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
Absently, he added 'reliable time' to the bottom of his list. Not a priority, but something to keep in mind. "Would anyone like a drink? Coffee?"
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"Nice day for it," he added in a serviceable attempt at small talk, with a nod toward the window. "We could almost be doing this outside."
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"How are you, Miss Takahashi?"
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Jack held a kettle of water in front of them, his hand protected by a thick mitt. "Would one of you mind boiling this?"
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