2nd shift ✖ voice

[poor_theodore]

[ There's the quiet sound of silverware and porcelain clinking against one another in the background and the soft murmur of voices talking to one another in pleasant tones.  Every so often, though, there is a small eruption of noise as someone is asked to 'move down'.  Then there's a much louder sound of an audible sip, followed by a dissatisfied

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[lionesscouchant]

Teacakes can be quite nice.

Add sugar and milk! More milk than tea, really.

[poor_theodore]

They're all sort of minicakes. I have the very strong urge to stick some in my pockets and take them home with me but I know that'd just end in frosty disaster.

I've added sugar! And milk! But now it's just sort of beige sugarmilk and I'm not really sure why the tea's got to be in there in the first place.

[lionesscouchant]

Oh, you need a handkerchief. Then you wrap them up and sneak them home.

Well, to be proper, I expect. I'm rather fond of tea, but then I suppose I've been drinking it all my life.

[poor_theodore]

I'm not a big enough gentleman to go around carrying around a handkerchief, Luce. You might be able to pull it off, but you're a lady.

See, but that's what I don't get. What makes it proper in the first place? Why aren't there coffee parties or chocolate milk parties -- what makes tea so special?

[starchilde_lost]

And this is why living in the City is so much fun.

[poor_theodore]

I'm just glad part of the deal isn't having to wear a ridiculous outfit with a stupid hat. Because I wouldn't put it past this place.

[ Shouted, directed away from the microphone, quite possibly towards the sky: ] That is not an invitation, by the way, okay?

[starchilde_lost]

Oh, now you've done it, Teddy. You're screwed, bub.

[poor_theodore]

[ In a stage whisper. ]

Shhh! They'll hear you. [ And then, in a louder, clearer tone of voice. ] Nothing to see here, folks! Nope! Move along!

[notflynn]

Ignore the tea, eat the cake.

[poor_theodore]

You don't have to tell me twice. But I'm afraid if I don't keep drinking the tea, they're totally gonna toss me from the table and I kind of like this one.

[notflynn]

That's a possibility.

Then maybe if you hold your nose.

[poor_theodore]

Don't you think that'd be awkward? And -- you know -- rude?

[adamantined]

There are some British people here. Maybe you should be calling them out.

[poor_theodore]

Apparently, tea gets its awesome by proxy from the Queen of England. This awesome is enough to make up for its total lack of taste despite the fact that its whole purpose in existence is to be something we eat.

I'm thinking you can probably understand why I'm not buying the argument.

[adamantined]

I just think you haven't had that right tea.

[poor_theodore]

[ Speculatively. ]

Have you ever had good tea, Claire?

[witchinbloom]

Try a green mint blend, or Moroccan Mint if you can find it. It's sweetened with honey and tastes like the inside of a York peppermint patty.

[poor_theodore]

See, now that I can get behind. [ The clanking of porcelain gets louder as Teddy begins lifting the lids of teapots. ]

Any suggestions on telling which is which? They all sort of look the same. Very tealike.

[witchinbloom]

It's green tea, so it will be lighter and a yellow-green color. And it will smell like mint and honey.

[poor_theodore]

Ah. Right. Duh. That makes total sense.

[ More clattering as Teddy mumbles to himself. ] Brown. Brown. What is that, orange? Brown. Pink.

Wait. Tea comes in pink?