Stephen Cornfoot (stecor) wrote in afortic, @ 2013-06-07 18:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | lavender brown, stephen cornfoot |
WHO: Stephen and Lavender
WHEN: Saturday early afternoon
WHERE: Prosperitea and Stephen's flat.
WHAT: Stephen asks Lavender over for lunch and she offers to help him with inventory.
RATING: TBD
"One.. two.. four, six, ten, and that makes eleven, which is-"
Count was tedious. It did not matter if one liked to count or had the nerve to count many things all the time, like bankers and accountants or Stephen Cornfoot on a slow day, it was still tedious and it still took a toll. Stephen's method of dealing with the mundane aspect of the task was to make the most of the quiet and turn it toward music. The wireless was set up in his flat to play and music drifted through invisible speakers charmed around the shoppe while he counted box after box of teas, all for the sake of inventory and properly paying this stupid tax.
Swing guitar was something he and one particular wireless station agreed on most. The thrum of strings plucked jauntily gave Stephen energy, something to hum to while working, something to focus on absently between the counting until his guest arrived, and then it would really be more fun because cooking was always a daunting task by himself. He had been working on it though and hoped Lavender would come away from the experience pleasantly surprised.
And if all else failed there was always popping up the alley to the Cauldon for take away fish and chips, he supposed.
"... twenty and twenty-one-" the bells of the shop door gave a merry ringing. He knew only Lavender would be able to enter as the charms on the doors allowed for no other entry besides himself. Stephen turned around from where he stood behind the cafe counter.
"Hello, Lavender!"