[OOM: It ain't fair, but there's always someone's been left behind who's got to go on, see to things, make sure everything's as right as it can be ( Read more... )

Tara comes down the stairs, smiling but...with a little bit of nervousness still somehow evident in her walk and the way she sits. She doesn't even have to ask anymore, as soon as she sits down a cup of steaming hot chocolate topped with whipped cream appears in front of her. She takes a sip and sighs.

Max is humming something under her breat as she wanders in. They'd finally been able to scrounge a sound system, and they'd been revelling in the luxury. Unfortunately, this does mean she's had several songs stuck in her head the past few days. Playing in stereo. This might explain why whatever she's humming doesn't actually sound like any ( Read more... )

*Willow heads downstairs, looking leery about the possibility that she might start singing. She spins onto a barstool and sighs*

Tara comes down the stairs and enters the bar, a little hop clearly in her step. Her cheeks are rather flushed. She sits down at the bar and, before she can say a word, a steaming cup of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream appears in front of her. "Thanks ( Read more... )

The door opens, and the warm air that wafts in brings with it the enticing scent of plum puffs and balsam and there is the dim sound of dishes clattering in a kitchen until the door swings shut once more and Anne seats herself at a table, with a plate of plum puffs and russet apples ( Read more... )

Tara comes downstairs and goes over to the bar, sitting at one end.

"Could I get a cup of tea with milk and sugar please, sweetness?"

The tea arrives and she sips it, glancing around the bar. She kind of wants to talk to Isabel again, and is torn between wanting to talk to Warren and wanting to leave the poor boy alone.