Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
Kit liked the unknowable. Plants were, occasionally. You could follow the recipe, more or less sun or heat or water and they still wouldn't all work out in the same way, to the same degree. It took learning a knack, and Kit picked up the plant pot with the kind of brisk attention to detail that dropped a look to the sorry state it was in and then followed Tory on the way through. The window was a window. It would do, a wee bit of light was better than none.
He winced a little on the visibility of powdered and substituted additions, and resolved to take it black. Kit did, mostly. Habit, rather than preference, when one carried it around on a ward and replaced it absent-mindedly with others. He left a trail of coffee cups in his wake. "Lawrence?" Kit raised one eyebrow in a cock-eyed, mildly mirthful sort of way. "Laurie." He looked momentarily thoughtful. "I've never been a Christopher." He sounded sympathetic.