April First, Part 1
Title: April First, Part 1
Author: Jelsemium
Characters: Larry, Amita
Word Count: 717
A/N: Takes place before the wedding episode.
Dedication: To the Ones I Love. (That would be you.)
Rating: K
The trouble with sleeping over at the Eppes Craftsman was that a girl had to be sure that she was decent before she had her first cup of coffee.
Amita checked the hall, seeing no men, she darted into the bathroom for a quick shower. She decided that she would fix her hair at her apartment, as most of her hair management gear was still there. For now, she just wanted to wake up.
Charlie was still asleep, so she pulled on some sweats and headed downstairs to fix breakfast.
From the smell, someone had beaten her to the punch. She inhaled the scent of fresh baked bread with much appreciation. There were definitely upsides to staying over at the Eppes house. One of them being Alan's cooking.
To her surprise, though, it wasn't Alan who was puttering around in the kitchen this fine spring morning, but Larry Fleinhardt. She hadn't even been aware that Larry was staying at the Craftsman. She wondered if he was sleeping in the garage or in the solarium.
"Oh," she said. She blinked a few times before her good manners asserted themselves. "Good morning, Larry."
"Good morning, Amita," Larry said. He held up a platter of sweet smelling biscuits. "Would you care for a scone?"
Scone, biscuit, close enough.
"Thank you," Amita said, helping herself. "I didn't know you were into baking." She sat at the table where Larry had already laid out butter, honey and boysenberry jam. Idly, she picked up the honey jar to read the label.
Larry rubbed his chin. "My dear, if a person has ambitions of being a Renaissance man, he needs to learn many things..."
"Oh," Amita felt embarrassed. She should have realized that Larry's talents would range into the culinary arts.
"Including the location of the nearest bakery," Larry finished.
Amita giggled as she set down the honey. She delicately buttered her scone and took a nibble. "Ah, heavenly," she said.
"Thank you," Larry said. "Even though I can't properly claim any credit for the goodness of the scones. I can, however, lay claim to some skill at making tea. I found some white tea that I thought would be good for breakfast." He picked up a white china teapot which was decorated with red and pink roses and decanted the steaming concoction into a matching teacup. Amita could picture Charlie's mother pouring from the same teapot. (The floral decoration clearly indicated that this was a woman's possession.)
She sipped her drink and decided that white tea really didn't have much flavor. She'd have to fix herself some chai tea later. Meanwhile, she needed something with a little more kick. However, she didn't want to insult Larry's tea making ability.
She looked at the empty coffee pot. Maybe she could make a pot of coffee without hurting Larry's feelings.
"So, what do you think of the white tea?" Larry asked a trifle anxiously. "Do you think this is good enough to serve to Megan?"
Amita opened her mouth to say something pleasant, but non-commital, when she noticed the twinkle in Larry's eyes. She looked down at her cup, which looked like plain hot water. Now, white tea may well look like hot water, but she was reasonably sure it was supposed to taste like something.
She gave Larry a suspicious look.
Larry laughed, confirming her conjecture.
"I'd have to actually taste white tea to answer that," she said dryly.
"April Fool!" Larry chortled. "Now, would you really like some white tea?"
"No thank you," Amita said. "I need something a little stronger."
"Don't think you can prank me today, Dr. Ramanujan," Larry said. "I assure you, I will be on my guard the rest of the day."
Amita shot him an amused look out of the corner of her eye. "I guess I'll have to take out my..." she giggled, "ire on someone else."
"Not Alan, I take it?"
Amita grinned. "Of course not, he's much too gracious and kind. Besides, Alan is a morning person."
Larry nodded. "Well, I must be off. I have errands to run and pranks to avoid... I know that Millie is up to something... Give my regards to Charles and Alan when they get up."
Amita smirked at the coffee pot. "Oh, I will, don't worry about that..."
Author: Jelsemium
Characters: Larry, Amita
Word Count: 717
A/N: Takes place before the wedding episode.
Dedication: To the Ones I Love. (That would be you.)
Rating: K
The trouble with sleeping over at the Eppes Craftsman was that a girl had to be sure that she was decent before she had her first cup of coffee.
Amita checked the hall, seeing no men, she darted into the bathroom for a quick shower. She decided that she would fix her hair at her apartment, as most of her hair management gear was still there. For now, she just wanted to wake up.
Charlie was still asleep, so she pulled on some sweats and headed downstairs to fix breakfast.
From the smell, someone had beaten her to the punch. She inhaled the scent of fresh baked bread with much appreciation. There were definitely upsides to staying over at the Eppes house. One of them being Alan's cooking.
To her surprise, though, it wasn't Alan who was puttering around in the kitchen this fine spring morning, but Larry Fleinhardt. She hadn't even been aware that Larry was staying at the Craftsman. She wondered if he was sleeping in the garage or in the solarium.
"Oh," she said. She blinked a few times before her good manners asserted themselves. "Good morning, Larry."
"Good morning, Amita," Larry said. He held up a platter of sweet smelling biscuits. "Would you care for a scone?"
Scone, biscuit, close enough.
"Thank you," Amita said, helping herself. "I didn't know you were into baking." She sat at the table where Larry had already laid out butter, honey and boysenberry jam. Idly, she picked up the honey jar to read the label.
Larry rubbed his chin. "My dear, if a person has ambitions of being a Renaissance man, he needs to learn many things..."
"Oh," Amita felt embarrassed. She should have realized that Larry's talents would range into the culinary arts.
"Including the location of the nearest bakery," Larry finished.
Amita giggled as she set down the honey. She delicately buttered her scone and took a nibble. "Ah, heavenly," she said.
"Thank you," Larry said. "Even though I can't properly claim any credit for the goodness of the scones. I can, however, lay claim to some skill at making tea. I found some white tea that I thought would be good for breakfast." He picked up a white china teapot which was decorated with red and pink roses and decanted the steaming concoction into a matching teacup. Amita could picture Charlie's mother pouring from the same teapot. (The floral decoration clearly indicated that this was a woman's possession.)
She sipped her drink and decided that white tea really didn't have much flavor. She'd have to fix herself some chai tea later. Meanwhile, she needed something with a little more kick. However, she didn't want to insult Larry's tea making ability.
She looked at the empty coffee pot. Maybe she could make a pot of coffee without hurting Larry's feelings.
"So, what do you think of the white tea?" Larry asked a trifle anxiously. "Do you think this is good enough to serve to Megan?"
Amita opened her mouth to say something pleasant, but non-commital, when she noticed the twinkle in Larry's eyes. She looked down at her cup, which looked like plain hot water. Now, white tea may well look like hot water, but she was reasonably sure it was supposed to taste like something.
She gave Larry a suspicious look.
Larry laughed, confirming her conjecture.
"I'd have to actually taste white tea to answer that," she said dryly.
"April Fool!" Larry chortled. "Now, would you really like some white tea?"
"No thank you," Amita said. "I need something a little stronger."
"Don't think you can prank me today, Dr. Ramanujan," Larry said. "I assure you, I will be on my guard the rest of the day."
Amita shot him an amused look out of the corner of her eye. "I guess I'll have to take out my..." she giggled, "ire on someone else."
"Not Alan, I take it?"
Amita grinned. "Of course not, he's much too gracious and kind. Besides, Alan is a morning person."
Larry nodded. "Well, I must be off. I have errands to run and pranks to avoid... I know that Millie is up to something... Give my regards to Charles and Alan when they get up."
Amita smirked at the coffee pot. "Oh, I will, don't worry about that..."