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[atowncalledtreffy]

Huh. Sounds like guest rites. Old chivalry code.

[He gives a curious look at the spices. It reminds him of the Turkish packages his family would have traded with the Ottomans.]

After a while, when you only drink beer, the taste of anything else just goes away.

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

That's why people drink it, I expect.

[ but he'll hold his thoughts on that and lay out the china cups and saucers on the table between them. you're getting the full tea experience, trevor ]

Here. Courtesy of Britain's ruthless pursuit to possess every spare inch of earth they could find around the world. Tea leaves steeped with an assortment of spices from the subcontinent of India.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor watches this display with a quirk of a grin on his face. Such presentation, for him? Seriously?]

Well. Thanks. I didn't expect all this fanfare.

Maybe one day I'll find a tea I actually like drinking.

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

I have several varities, and I'm sure the kitchen can acquire more if we ever set foot in a civilized port again.

[ elias finds, for the briefest moment, that he genuinely regrets not having any biscuits to offer the man.

but it's fine. and his mind comes back around to-- ]

I cannot believe you thought someone might have been beating me.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor lets out a soft laugh, taking the tea in hand]

Come on, it's not the weirdest thing that's ever happened around here.

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

Who, exactly, would have been doing the beating?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Plenty of people. My bet would have been on Envy, but since that's not happening, no need for guesswork.

[He takes a sip...and takes another sip]

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

Envy.

[ he needs a moment just to process the idea. ]

Rest assured that I am physically well and entirely unthreatened by the various malcontents on board.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Good.

[A beat, then;]

Your warden is a piece of shit. Never thought I'd find anyone more annoying than Adrian.

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

[ elias doesn't choke on his tea in surprise, but it's a near thing ]

Eiffel? What's he done to you then?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Such a shit-eating grin at Elias' expression]

Nothing. Well, nothing yet. But I have to fight to mute my network machine whenever one of his entries comes up.

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

[ with exaggerated dryness ]

He does rather have a problem with not ever closing his mouth.

[atowncalledtreffy]

So I've noticed.

You getting along with him?

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

I haven't thrown him over the railing yet, no.

[ that's the same thing, right? ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, no murder is about the bare minimum I could have asked for.

This doesn’t taste like tea.

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

Tea, I'm delighted to tell you, tastes like a great many different things depending on how it's prepared.

[ is he sitting up a little smugger in his chair? he might be sitting a little smugger in his chair ]

And it's hardly murder when he'd just come back.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, whatever's been done to it. It's not the most horrible thing I've ever tasted. Which is usually my thing with tea.

[He huffs, just a little]

Still murder. Weren't you killed here, once?

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

[ smuuuuuuuggggg ]

Twice, actually.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Twice. And it's not - there has to be a better way to describe it. Because it's not murder in the way we know it. But it's still violating.

What's that look on your face for?

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

I'm simply pleased you're enjoying the drink.

[ it really does seem to have put him in a much more relaxed mood ]

I made sure that both the men who were the cause of it understood that I will not tolerate anything like it from them again. But I don't hold it against-- well. Norton I don't hold anything against.

[atowncalledtreffy]

'Enjoying' might be too strong a word. I'm tolerating it.

[oho throwing your words back at you]

Either way. Seems there's no getting rid of us, is there?

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

[ he's going to get you to enjoy tea one way or another ]

Not that way.

[ he pauses, sips his own cup of tea. ]

It would be very difficult, but likely it's possible to make life on the Barge so miserable for an individual that they would ask the Admiral simply to send away.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Only if you're a warden.

[Believe him, he's tried]

And if you're a warden, you can just leave. Provided you aren't dead or your world's not destroyed.

I was thinking more of a permanent coma. Brain-death. But you'd have to make it so no one could mercy-kill you.

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

[ that gets a quiet snort ]

Our resident Dracula aside, I rate very highly the odds that the Admiral has the miraculous ability to cure any kind of illness or disease which afflicted anyone on board.

[ elias hates it, actually ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

The warden has to request it, though. Or risk demotion.