Primeval fic: And is There Honey Still for Tea?
Title: And is There Honey Still for Tea?
Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: If I'm making money off this, I certainly don't know about it. I also don't own it either.
Rating: G
Summary: Personality is as much revealed in small things as great.
AN: Last one, and I'm glad there's been such a nice reception for these, considering someone probably thinks I've got it all wrong. Also, I have done some cross-referencing in these pieces to some of the other of these pieces. Also, just because I'm a cruel person, I'm going to link to the Tim Horton's ad about their steeped tea product, which is perhaps the most hideous example of embarassing advertising you'll ever see. Because everything in this ad is wrong. And this fic's quote is:
Stands the church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?
[Heaven, 1913] -- Rupert Brooke 1887-1915
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Abby Maitland had developed healthy habits in university, which extended to her tea. Antioxidants, no caffiene, healthy, herbal and not a bit of that dark stuff that stained teeth and made you jittery with stimulants. She had it with a bit of honey to sweeten, and that was it. Connor complained about her healthy foods, suggesting it was unhealthy to eat so healthily, but she pointed out she wasn't making him drink it, and he could go back to his caffiene, sugar and fat thank you very much.
The shameful box of cheap black tea picked up at a local corner store was hidden behind the granola Connor would never eat, because sometimes you just needed to wake up of a morning.
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Jenny Lewis liked her tea sharp, black, strong and well made. She purchased only the best tea bags for when she was in a hurry, and for lazy weekends when she had the time (which was less and less on the job at the ARC), she had loose leaf made up properly in a pot. That said, she could drink almost anything and put on a happy face about it. So, she drank weak tea, milky tea, sweet tea, cold tea, lukewarm tea (which was appallingly worse than the outright cold stuff) and silly exotic teas invented for people who clearly had far too much time on their hands.
It rankled a little that the only person other than her to ever make her a decent cup of tea had been Nick "You're Claudia" Cutter.
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Helen Cutter had once liked her tea like Nick. Solid, dependable, pleasant in aroma and appearance and did the job all 'round. She'd never been a romantic, for all that Nick was, so when she'd found a tea that would suit, effective orange pekoe, she'd taken to it and not bothered trying to find something better when what she had worked to its purpose admirably. Then she met Stephen. Who introduced her to chai, spicy and hot, attractive and different, did all the things the other stuff did, but did it with panache and gave her a little shiver of pleasure just by leaning over for a sniff and a look.
The Permian, then the Cretaceous, the Eocene and then the Silurian, the Jurassic and everything in between all cured her of tea. Faced with Nick and Stephen all over again, she suddenly found herself craving nothing so much as Stephen's chai, steeped to weakness, with Nick's whole milk and a spoon of sugar. She never got it, either.
**********
Emily Merchant discovered tea all over again when she joined the 21st century. She'd had tea, had known what it was, had considered it a vital part of her life all through adulthood. But the 21st century was a marvel of options. Oranges were so available as to be common and fruits of types she'd never so much as imagined, much less heard of were available in shops. Tea was a similar thing. She went from shop to shop, trying every different type of tea of every different brand, discovered the loose leaf teas and all the other strange teas from exotic locales like Africa and strange teas that were combinations she'd never have dreamed of.
It was sometimes a bit much, though. And at those times, she'd get a teapot, strainer and India black leaves, and have a small, civilised cup of tea with Matt, who always seemed to understand as the scent of roses, lavendar and bergamot wafted from his own cup.
**********
Jessica Parker liked her tea simple. She didn't want it too strong, just a little sweet and milk to keep it from being bitter and distracting, something to clear the palate and fit with chocolate at the same time. It fit her lifestyle and what she did well, was simple for others to pick up for her when they went on a tea run to the kitchen. Still, since it helped her job to know everyone inside and out, she made sure to try Connor's thick tea that was more cream and sugar than tea, Lester's overly fussy tea and Abby's herbals. Matt and Emily seemed well-nigh schizophrenic in their teas, so Jess despaired of them.
She made sure, though, that every time Becker got her chocolate, she'd have his double foam, two-flavour shot, mochaccino latte with two sugars and chocolate sprinkles sitting beside her monitor. He'd sneak in drinks over the course of the next stretch, both of them pretending it was hers. Saving Becker's manly reputation was the least she could do after he'd braved the horrible beetles for her epipen.
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April Leonard had developed dreadful habits concerning tea while at uni. She'd developed a bad habit of not remembering to take the bag out and letting the tea sit there, getting stronger over a lecture, and had had to put in cream and sugar to cut the strength in advance while it was still steeping. The first time she'd brought in a cup of tea, Connor had absentmindedly picked it up and had a sip.
The look on his face had been so delighted, she'd put off her intial plan to wean herself off it, instead making tea for them both like that. It was just another connection she could forge between them, severing his ties to the ARC and Abby while she was at it. April was, if nothing, pragmatic.
Read the other parts of the Tea Set:
One Lump, or Two?
It is a Gentleman
There is a Sublimity
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Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: If I'm making money off this, I certainly don't know about it. I also don't own it either.
Rating: G
Summary: Personality is as much revealed in small things as great.
AN: Last one, and I'm glad there's been such a nice reception for these, considering someone probably thinks I've got it all wrong. Also, I have done some cross-referencing in these pieces to some of the other of these pieces. Also, just because I'm a cruel person, I'm going to link to the Tim Horton's ad about their steeped tea product, which is perhaps the most hideous example of embarassing advertising you'll ever see. Because everything in this ad is wrong. And this fic's quote is:
Stands the church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?
[Heaven, 1913] -- Rupert Brooke 1887-1915
*************************
Abby Maitland had developed healthy habits in university, which extended to her tea. Antioxidants, no caffiene, healthy, herbal and not a bit of that dark stuff that stained teeth and made you jittery with stimulants. She had it with a bit of honey to sweeten, and that was it. Connor complained about her healthy foods, suggesting it was unhealthy to eat so healthily, but she pointed out she wasn't making him drink it, and he could go back to his caffiene, sugar and fat thank you very much.
The shameful box of cheap black tea picked up at a local corner store was hidden behind the granola Connor would never eat, because sometimes you just needed to wake up of a morning.
*********
Jenny Lewis liked her tea sharp, black, strong and well made. She purchased only the best tea bags for when she was in a hurry, and for lazy weekends when she had the time (which was less and less on the job at the ARC), she had loose leaf made up properly in a pot. That said, she could drink almost anything and put on a happy face about it. So, she drank weak tea, milky tea, sweet tea, cold tea, lukewarm tea (which was appallingly worse than the outright cold stuff) and silly exotic teas invented for people who clearly had far too much time on their hands.
It rankled a little that the only person other than her to ever make her a decent cup of tea had been Nick "You're Claudia" Cutter.
*********
Helen Cutter had once liked her tea like Nick. Solid, dependable, pleasant in aroma and appearance and did the job all 'round. She'd never been a romantic, for all that Nick was, so when she'd found a tea that would suit, effective orange pekoe, she'd taken to it and not bothered trying to find something better when what she had worked to its purpose admirably. Then she met Stephen. Who introduced her to chai, spicy and hot, attractive and different, did all the things the other stuff did, but did it with panache and gave her a little shiver of pleasure just by leaning over for a sniff and a look.
The Permian, then the Cretaceous, the Eocene and then the Silurian, the Jurassic and everything in between all cured her of tea. Faced with Nick and Stephen all over again, she suddenly found herself craving nothing so much as Stephen's chai, steeped to weakness, with Nick's whole milk and a spoon of sugar. She never got it, either.
**********
Emily Merchant discovered tea all over again when she joined the 21st century. She'd had tea, had known what it was, had considered it a vital part of her life all through adulthood. But the 21st century was a marvel of options. Oranges were so available as to be common and fruits of types she'd never so much as imagined, much less heard of were available in shops. Tea was a similar thing. She went from shop to shop, trying every different type of tea of every different brand, discovered the loose leaf teas and all the other strange teas from exotic locales like Africa and strange teas that were combinations she'd never have dreamed of.
It was sometimes a bit much, though. And at those times, she'd get a teapot, strainer and India black leaves, and have a small, civilised cup of tea with Matt, who always seemed to understand as the scent of roses, lavendar and bergamot wafted from his own cup.
**********
Jessica Parker liked her tea simple. She didn't want it too strong, just a little sweet and milk to keep it from being bitter and distracting, something to clear the palate and fit with chocolate at the same time. It fit her lifestyle and what she did well, was simple for others to pick up for her when they went on a tea run to the kitchen. Still, since it helped her job to know everyone inside and out, she made sure to try Connor's thick tea that was more cream and sugar than tea, Lester's overly fussy tea and Abby's herbals. Matt and Emily seemed well-nigh schizophrenic in their teas, so Jess despaired of them.
She made sure, though, that every time Becker got her chocolate, she'd have his double foam, two-flavour shot, mochaccino latte with two sugars and chocolate sprinkles sitting beside her monitor. He'd sneak in drinks over the course of the next stretch, both of them pretending it was hers. Saving Becker's manly reputation was the least she could do after he'd braved the horrible beetles for her epipen.
**********
April Leonard had developed dreadful habits concerning tea while at uni. She'd developed a bad habit of not remembering to take the bag out and letting the tea sit there, getting stronger over a lecture, and had had to put in cream and sugar to cut the strength in advance while it was still steeping. The first time she'd brought in a cup of tea, Connor had absentmindedly picked it up and had a sip.
The look on his face had been so delighted, she'd put off her intial plan to wean herself off it, instead making tea for them both like that. It was just another connection she could forge between them, severing his ties to the ARC and Abby while she was at it. April was, if nothing, pragmatic.
Read the other parts of the Tea Set:
One Lump, or Two?
It is a Gentleman
There is a Sublimity
Back to archive page