AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE IROH'S TEA PARTY CUZ IROH'S TEA PARTY DON'T STOP! [Active][Open]

[whitelotustea]

Character(s): Iroh, OPEN OPEN OPEN
Content: Iroh hosts a tea party at his joint. Conversations ensue.
Setting: The Golden Turtle
Time: Mid-Afternoon, Week 31
Warnings: Will update as it goes.

A few more strokes of the broom against the floor shoved the last plumes of dirt away into the bare streets. Iroh twirled it from one hand to the other and placed

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[violet_diva]

Strolling into the teashop, Yzma arrived at the scene. Dressed up quite fancily, long feathers coming out of her violet hat, but that wasn’t so unusual for her. She adjusted her boa as she sat down in one of the tables in the shade, as gracefully as one old lady could in a seat, after all a diva knows no limit on elegance.

Yzma looked around her, taking in the scenery around her. Honestly she was much more use to being in the dark for the most part, but it wasn’t like she was allergic to sunlight or anything. Yzma does get out when she can and when it’s necessary, but rather keep to herself than anything else.

[whitelotustea]

Iroh noticed the sashay of the one and only Yzma and quickly followed suit of the boa-wrapped lady making an a dramatic spectacle of herself. He came to the dimly lit table she selected in a much more calm and collected manner than the others. "It is so wonderful to see you, Miss Yzma! You are looking very elegant today."

[violet_diva]

Glancing upward to Iroh, it was so pleasant to have someone finally act like a proper gentleman around here. It was ever so rare that one would at least know the correct way with her. Though she cannot help it if she so picky, but to her, she knows she deserves only the best. Yzma crossed her legs in her long dress as she turned toward him.

“Why thank you Iroh, it’s a pleasure to see you as well. How have you been holding up my dear?” she asked, crossing her hands across her arms that now leaned against the table.

[whitelotustea]

Iroh wiped away the sweat on his large forehead on his robe's sleeve, hoping not to seem overwhelmed with his current workload. "I have been holding up like a tree. Sadly, my tree has many more rings than others. However, I drink enough tea to keep me going and have enough experience to know when I should stop," he said, only pausing once to huff a deep breath. "What can I offer you to drink today?"

[violet_diva]

Observing Iroh with interest, Yzma could tell he was working hard. Can this old man really handle all this? With all do respect, perhaps he needs an employee or two to help him out. She knows she always needs an assistant to help out with all her needs, and not just around the lab. Not that Yzma thought of herself as old or moldy, heavens no.

Yzma held her hands ever so carefully in gesture, letting her nails drift along the very tips of the table surface, speaking to Iroh idly, “Perhaps you could request some of the youth around here to assist you with your work, it certainly wouldn’t be a bad idea. I wouldn’t like hosting a place without someone working under me, that is certain. But perhaps, that is just me darling.”

Giving a cat like smile, Yzma laid a finger against her lips in thought, “Hm, Do you by chance have Chamomile with Lavender?”

[whitelotustea]

He pondered her proposal of hiring some extra hands to assist him. "I suppose I could give the opportunity to teach the young people here the value of a hard day's work. At the same time, Paixao seems to be a place where people enjoy their time here. I only work this shop because it is what I am used to, and what I truly enjoy. Call me greedy if you need," he philosophized.

He looked at the long-drawn curl of Yzma's lips smiling and returned it with his own mellow sentiment. "I, by chance, do. Do you need anything to sweeten your tea?"

[violet_diva]

“It certainly wouldn’t hurt to teach them the methods of hard work,” Yzma spoke thoughtfully, still with that wile of a cat look upon her face, “Greedy? Oh not at all, I know greedy dear, and you are not one.” A fool perhaps, yes, but she has to admire his will behind his work.

“Hm…” Yzma tapped her chin then said, “I believe I’ll take honey with mine.”