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I've been here for about two years, and I've been counting days. So while it's not a perfect one-to-one, I think it's pretty reasonable to say it's December. I was thinking of lighting a candle... but I might feel less stupid about it if there's someone else who knows what it's for.

If you're okay with that?

Edited 2023-12-08 13:41 (UTC)

[ Of all the things he thought she might say, that's certainly not one of them. It takes him a while to respond, if only because he needs a moment to let the thought sink in, and decide whether or not he's ready for it. ]

I'm alright with that.

I assume we'll meet at the treehouse? At what time do you want me there?

An hour or two before the sun sets. I'm going to make some donuts with jam inside. Do you have a preference for jam, or one that you really hate, to avoid that?

[ It seems so surreal to be talking about donuts and jam, of all things. It almost makes Erik laugh. ]

No, I'm fine with anything. I've acquired infusion leaves from the family hosting me, so I can bring them with me for a warm drink.

I do love tea.

Alright. You know your way here. Feel free to just walk in when you do arrive.

I will do so.

[ He's there a little more than two hours before the sun sets. (He doesn't have anything going on right now, okay.) The first to greet him as he gets there is the cat, and Erik offers a brief pet, only to end up being followed by a new friend as he heads over to the front door. Even though she told him to walk in freely, he still knocks as he opens the door, peering inside to see if there's anyone around before stepping in. ]

[wanda is not in the kitchen, as expected, but dot's incessant meowing as he comes inside with erik in tow (he's a good host) will alert wanda that erik has, in fact, arrived. she'll be stepping down the stairs to the second floor, the cat's upright tail vibrating in excitement.]

You're here. Great.

[she'd been anticipating his arrival.]

We just need to warm some water for the tea. The donuts are upstairs [wrapped nicely in a tin] and I've got the candles in my room. We'll do the lighting of the candle in the balcony, if you don't mind?

[it seemed like the right place for it.]

[ Erik greets her with a smile. He's still adjusting to the complicated emotions of doing this, but he's not regretting that he's come. It's just not the kind of thing that he though he would ever do again. ]

That seems alright. [ She really has given this some thought. ] I can make the tea. Just point me in the direction of the kettle.

[oh, wanda as prepared to make the tea herself. she's caught by surprise, a bit, and just smiles despite that momentary uncertainty.]

Sure.

[and then she motions over to the kitchen, so he can make himself at home. the kettle sits on the counter, but for obvious reasons they haven't got a stove with hobs.]

It's filled with water already, so just hold it over the fire.

["hold it"... he can handle his metal. the fire she refers to is the small fire burning in a wood stove.]

[ Indeed, 'holding it' over the fire has a different meaning for him. It hardly takes any effort to lift it with a wave of his hand, guiding it to the stove and holding it there. ]

What tea are we making?

What tea did you bring?

[she throws the question at him with some light bemusement in her voice as she goes to get some cups from the cupboard.]

I don't know how excited I'd be for a mystery tea, but I'd like to give it a try. Most people are really into coffee.

[not her, though!]

[ Erik nods, patting his pockets and producing a small paper bag. (Right, let's pretend he forgot about that and not that the mun is an airhead!!) ]

I don't know that this exists in either our reality, but it's good. Some sort of flower they have here, I think.

[ He starts preparing some of the leaves, for when the water's started boiling. ]

I don't mind coffee, but given the choice, I prefer tea.

Floral teas are my favorite.

( she says, softly, peering over his side to see as he prepares the tea. she takes a hold of the paper bag once he’s gotten the leaves and petals on a small saucer, so that she can smell the insides and get an idea of what they’re working with here.

it smells like good tea. )

Maybe it’s because I’m from an Eastern European country, and Russia had a hold of us for a while, but tea was important to have at least once a day. After meals, with dessert…

( she sets the paper bag down, and leans back against a counter, waiting for him to get the tea done. )

It reminds me of home.

[ It's lucky that the blend he brought has some petals, then, though it seems that many of the options this time of year do. Fruit blends should be more common when it's warmer, he imagines, maybe closer to late Spring. ]

I think that's normal, [ he says, giving the blend a little while longer to steep properly in the hot water. ] We all seek the familiar. The good sort of familiar, especially.

[ It's a comfort in new and foreign places. And while Solvunn likely feels much like a new kind of home to her, it still is distant from her origins, the happy memories of her past.

After a little while, he takes both mugs and pours the tea onto both of them. ] Honey?

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