Of Tea and Tarantulas

[curious_copycat]

Who: Polly (curious_copycat) and Lady Une (11ady)
What: A random encounter
When: The morning after the garden party
Where: The halls of the 8th floor.
Warnings: None, that I can think of :-?

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[11ady]

[turning slightly at the sound of that voice; no, she hadn't had her coffee yet; of course the espresso machine would choose today of all days to break]

[to say she was fatigued from last night's security duty at the garden party was an understatement]

[however, despite this sordid state of affairs, she still had enough self-control not to lash out at a well-meaning stranger]

Perfect.

[curt and extremely hyperbolic]

[curious_copycat]

[Polly's first impulse was to counter with "are not" or some other equally dubious reply, but the woman's tone makes her choose her words more carefully.]

You look... Like you might not be feeling well, is all...

[11ady]

It's my natural state.

[offering the stranger a nod]

Good morning. I beg your pardon if you deem this a cause for concern. I assure you it isn't.

[curious_copycat]

Good morning...

[A hesitant pause. She doesn't want to impose, but...]

If you'd like to come and sit down somewhere, I could make tea...

You really do look like you might need some...

[11ady]

Coffee, actually. I should be able to get some in the office. My thanks for the offer.

[stubborn as ever and moving forward; all right, so apparently heels are harder to walk in when you're half-asleep and she almost trips on her own feet]