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WHO: Colette Brunel (

angelskills) and Banagher Links (

argents).
WHAT: Banagher offered to help Colette organize the books in the tea parlor!
WHEN: 5-12-13, Sunday evening, 7:30ish!
WHERE: Colette's tea parlor.
WHY: Because adorable.

[ It's getting close to 7:30 now. Today, as most Sundays tended to be, was slow, but she didn't mind. The weather was getting so nice that it was hard to not be positive about things! Warm breezes and cooling spring showers, flowers beginning to grow and curl their green fingers out toward the sky. Even the sun was setting later, not wanting to say goodbye to such a lovely day.

And on top of all that, today was the day that Banagher (Bannie) was going to come and help her reorganize the books that lined the shelves in the shop. They desperately needed it - she did her best, but it was hard to keep on top of everything when you worked by yourself for six hours. Customers needed attending and cleaning needed to be done - the books were more often than not put on the back burner. Tonight they'd finally get the attention they so justly deserved with them having been so patiently waiting.

That... and, well, the prospect of seeing Banagher (Bannie) itself was enough to make a genuine smile stick on her face for the whole six hour shift.

The shop was all but deserted now, with empty cups and dirty napkins littering a couple of tables, left by college students getting some work done in the quiet. Finals were right around the corner for everyone. She sings softly to herself as she wipes a few tables down with a cloth, a sweet voice, keeping well and true to the proper notes. Singing and cleaning, a great way to pass the time and get things done in a timely manner. The china clinks as she picks up dirty teacups and pots as she goes, pocketing the occasional tip left on a table or tucked in a stray book. ]

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Oh, thank you! That's so nice of you to say!

[ She moves to grab some books herself so he's not the only one doing work. As she moves she smiles -- how could she not? It really was a nice thing to say. ]

We can probably move some of these to the basement for now... until the yard sale!

[ Now that she's thought about it some more, it does sound like a good idea. It's a way to get some more cash flow for the parlor, too. ]

[ His gaze lingers on her for a few seconds more than he probably actually realizes, something else dancing on the tip of his tongue that he promptly forgets when Haro smashes into one of his ankles, accusingly.

Banagher! Not listening! Not listening! ]

Ow—hey! I was too!

[ Haro only blinks his little red eyes twice. RASCAL.

Shifting his armful of encyclopedias, he scoots around the stool he was formerly seated on, minding Haro in the process despite his veer into turncoat territory. ]

Anyway, that sounds good to me. It'll clear away more room for us to work with too. Lead the way?

[ SEE HARO YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT... ]

[ She looks over at them as they bicker a little, blinking, and then giggling a little to herself. They're quite a pair. In a way, it seems like they belong together (which makes sense, since they are!). ]

Sure! Right this way.

[ She heads to the door to the kitchen once more, opening it with her back easily since that door has no handle, it's swinging. The kitchen isn't terribly big but very clean and neat, with compartments and stoves and microwaves galore. Inside there's a stout man who must be about 60 cleaning up some pots and dishes who doesn't even bother to look up when they step inside. ]

That's Greg. Don't mind him, he doesn't like to talk much!

[ And she continues on to another little door that leads into darkness when she opens it, but flicks on a light to brighten the way. ]

Be careful!

[ She heads down the steps, which creak slightly, into the wide basement. There are boxes everywhere, of tea and other items, and she moves into the area where it looks like it's mostly... well, junk. ]

Smells like tea here, too. [ Banagher mentions, descending after her slowly so as not to end up with a really unfortunate spill on his hands. He's taken a topple or two in the library with books no where near as intense as encyclopedias, and he's not in any hurry to repeat the experience.

Hitting the ground level, he sticks close to her, not knowing the lay of the land. ]

Look at all this! What kinds of things end up down here, anyway?

All kinds of things! Some of this stuff has been down here for years.

[ She plops the books in her arms down on top of one of the boxes and motions for him to do the same. ]

I'm sure there's actually some really cool stuff here... I looked through some when I was a kid, but I don't remember much. I remember that I was alone and that I got scared by some of the noises so I ended up just running back upstairs.

[ As though to prove her story, something creaks. ]

I guess that'd make sense, with how long this place has been in business.

[ Following her example, he stows his own armful of books alongside hers, chuckling at the sudden cracks of beams and wood. It was easy to imagine getting spooked by those as a kid. Once he rights himself, he takes a look around at the dusty stacks of boxes and all the stuff arranged around them. Carefuly, he brushes some dirt away from what looks like an ancient standalone mirror. ]

It's no surprise this places makes so much noise either. I've heard the buildings around here are really old, older than the school.

Mhm. I think it's kind of cool. Everything has so much history... who knows what kind of people have been down here before, too?

[ She twirls a little in front of the mirror, golden hair swishing against cardboard - she's careful not to bump into anything though. While the mirror is old, seriously old, there's still a reflection. ]

Going through all of this is going to be a fun project. Once the semester ends for good I'll probably do it! I'm sure Grannie would appreciate it.

[ She offers him a little grin. ]

Should we head back to the books?

[ Its reflection is enough to catch her by, dim as it is. Banagher idly shifts the angle the mirror sits on and it squeaks in protest on its (seriously) old hinges. ]

They've probably left a fingerprint or two in all this stuff. It's just a matter of finding them.

[ Like a love letter, or the last paper crane. Clapping his hands free of the dust, he returns her grin. ]

But yeah, let's get back. We can look some other day.

Mhm! None of this is going anywhere.

[ None of it has gone anywhere in... 60+ years, probably. A couple more weeks wouldn't hurt. So she turns back to the stairs, climbing up. The stairs creak beneath her feet from age. Everything is oooold. But it has history to it. Once she's at the top she glances at him again. ]

Are you hungry at all?

[ Following after her and minding the places she steps that creak a little more than usual, he wonders just what sorts of things were left down there. Sure, you could pass by any antique shop and see a bunch of cleaned-up knickknacks in the window, but it wasn't like sorting through the bits of history collected by someone else and left behind, for whatever reason.

When he reaches the top of the stairs, he blinks his momentary reverie away with a soft "Huh?" to respond to her question. ]

Oh, sure! Is that okay? Since you're closed, and all.

Of course! I'll have to make it for you, if you don't mind that. I'm a pretty okay cook.

[ She laughs softly, tugging on some of those blond curls with the tips of her fingers. ]

And you can even try another tea if you'd like. It's the least I can do, you're helping me so much.

[ If he minded? He hadn't expected her to actually offer to cook, and it's written all over his face when he stops dead in the doorway. ]

I trust you! But you don't have to go that far... I've liked spending time with you, so it's not really like this is work for me.

[ ...Maybe that wasn't the smartest way to put it. Quickly he amends: ]

Or, I just—mean that's it's no trouble, that's all.

[ Come on Banagher that was not even a save. ]

It's the same for me.

I mean... it's no trouble at all, because I like you!

[ She steps more into the kitchen. Looks like the chef has gone home! Quick fella. ]

I'd be really happy to make you something.

[ BRICK WALL: MEET BRICK WALL.

Luckily it's all the same language, so Banagher takes it for what it is, nets those few butterflies lingering around in his stomach, and allows his expression to ease out once more. It's quiet now without the background noise he hadn't even realized was there: running water, clinking dishes. ]

I did say I wanted to try as many teas as I could, didn't I?

[ In a word: Okay. ]

You did!

[ Though that she can make in the front. ]

Did you have dinner?

[ It's a little late, but some people don't always eat by 6... and she'd hate for him to be hungry while they were working. ]

Um, well... sort of? [ A CAPRI SUN AND CHEEZ-ITS TOTALLY COUNTS. ] I ate something on my way out the door, but I didn't sit down for a meal or anything.

You must be hungry! Okay, okay. Hold on!

[ She walks over to the counter and picks up one of the menus to bring over to him. ]

Pick anything you want.

[ Still somewhat haltingly, he accepts the menu from her. ]

Anything?

Mhm. It's the least I can do.

[ Even if he does like helping, it means a lot to her, and she'd like to show that. So she tucks her hand behind her back and smiles. ]

And you should have a good dinner.

[ Nope, doomed. Doomed from the start. ]

You do way more than enough, really! But let me take a look. [ Even if he wanted to turn the offer down (he doesn't), she makes it awfully hard to even consider it. Absently scrubbing his fingers through his hair at his temples, he hums thoughtfully.

Soup? No, takes too much patience to eat... maybe a sandwich, so he could move around, too... ]

This?

[ Flipping the menu back towards her, he points at a picture of a club sandwich, sliced into neatly-piled little triangles. ]

Oh, good choice!

[ She takes the menu and nods. ]

It's a popular one. I'll get on it right away!

Does... does Haro eat?

Haro? That's a good question, actually... I don't even think he opens. [ Swiveling to look around for the robot in question, Banagher takes a step towards the swinging kitchen doors, pushing one open slightly. Haro sits at the entrance and tilts up in greeting, flapping his little arms. ...Ears. ]

Ah, maybe he was jealous. [ Banagher pushes the door open all the way to let him roll right in. ] So, how about it, Haro? Do you eat?

[ Flashing his eyes, Haro intones: No need! No need! ]

[ Ahhhhh he's so cute. She's never going to get over that, ever. Little flapping ears, that's just too precious!! She's almost a little disappointed to hear that he doesn't eat but that's just as well. ]

Wow! Okay then, one sandwich, coming right up.

[ She moves over to the fridge to start gathering supplies, fresh products and clean plates. ]

So how have things been for you lately, Banagher?

[ Tell her all of your feels. All of them. ]

[ Banagher picks Haro up, flipping him upside down to try and sate his own curiosity over whether or not he opened up at all. He did sound kind of hollow... in vague protest, Haro chimes in: Dizzy, Banagher! Dizzy! ]

Lately? [ Finding no apparent seam, he rights the tiny robot again. ] Kind of calm, when I think about everything all together. [ A little over a month since it all began... it's almost felt longer. But he's keeping his opinion mellowed out, now knowing why the network was a discomfort to her. ] I'm ready for finals to be over, that's for sure.

[ Giving Haro a toss, almost like a basketball with opinions, he mulls a little. ]

What about you? —Oh, right! Did you find out anything on starting a garden yet?

[ She works on the sandwich carefully, cooking and slicing and toasting bread to make it the best it can possibly be. He seemed to be doing well, ever since that night... she wants to ask if he had heard anything again, another howl, but since he doesn't mention it she doesn't want to bring it up. Have you been having good dreams, Bannie? She hopes so. ]

I picked up some packets of seeds to plant! Though as for finding a good place... I was thinking of maybe going to the outskirts of the city to find a spot that's been left alone. It'd be nice, to clean up and create a nice place where people could go to a little outside the city.

[ She turns her head to smile at him. ]

But that might be too ambitious. Maybe a spot in the park if I can get permission for that would be easier!

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