Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had planned to make tea. That proved impossible this morning. The taps offered nothing but disgusting spicy wine.

As one might imagine, this put Lucille in a horrible mood, and she had been about to stab the kitchen worktop with a knife when deciding that was pointless. With a sigh she poured herself a cup of the only drink available and made some toast before taking a seat at the table.

Then she realized washing her hair wouldn't be possible today, and that did nothing to improve her state of mind.

[Open, with SP during the day.]

Comments

[crimson_sister]

"No."

Lucille didn't feel she needed to elaborate on this. She made a face as she sipped the wine.

"This is horrible."

[dwarvenswagger]

"I saw they sell tea that has already been made in the stores." Yes, because iced tea was totally the same. Might as well give her sweet tea, Thorin.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille gave him an unimpressed look. "That has already been made?"

She was going to ignore that it was probably better than what she was drinking.

[dwarvenswagger]

"In glass jars." Would her delicate sensibilities ever recover from such a thing?

[crimson_sister]

"You can't make tea in glass jars," she informed Thorin. As usual his advice was useless.

[dwarvenswagger]

"You could always inform them of that," Thorin replied dryly. Though now he needed to find a way to make tea with glass jars.

[crimson_sister]

"Would you waste your time to inform people where of all the things they do wrong?"

She guessed not. And if he gave her tea in glass jars she would possibly throw them at him.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Yes. So that they may learn the proper way of doing something."

And he would dodge it!

[crimson_sister]

"So you are telling me you spend a lot of time doing that?"

Thorin was usually complaining about something, there must be a lot of informing to do.

[dwarvenswagger]

"When I feel they will listen, yes." So, not with Lucille.

[crimson_sister]

"Do many here listen?" Lucille asked.

[dwarvenswagger]

"...some." But he was stubborn.

[crimson_sister]

Annoyingly stubborn.

"I suppose your friends would listen. Do you have friends here?"

[dwarvenswagger]

Wow, rude, Lucille!

"Do you?"

[crimson_sister]

"Of course I do!" Lucille smiled. Because she did have friends.

[dwarvenswagger]

"As do I." He was just an anti-social little dwarf who needed to work a lot.

[crimson_sister]

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," Lucille said, possibly not entirely sincere. "I'm sure they listen to you."

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin rolled his eyes at her tone, walking past her in the hopes of finding something bottled in the fridge so not to need drink the wine. "I will hold your kind words in my heart."

[crimson_sister]

Oh, eye-rolling?

"There is only milk in the fridge," Lucille informed him. "And that thing that looks like milk but is made from beans."

[dwarvenswagger]

Always and forever!

He sighed and grabbed the normal milk. "Men are strange."

[crimson_sister]

"Really?"

It wasn't that Lucille truly disagreed, but she couldn't let that statement stand unquestioned.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Would you care to explain the... soy milk?" He said it so delicately.

[crimson_sister]

"There is nothing like it in my time," Lucille said. "It's particular to this place."

Not to Men.

[dwarvenswagger]

"And Men." Which placed the blame squarely back where it was deserved.

[crimson_sister]

"Not all men. Or women." Because there are women too, Thorin.