Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
"Ah-hah." He said, glad she at least agreed to tea. For all her directness and humor hidden under the leaves, Eddie couldn't be more different. Frivolity and eccentricities were him at his natural state and if he ever ventured into a more direct and serious territory, that was usually a very bad sign. That said, Eddie figured that if May ever saw his dead black, glass marble eyes that occasionally walled up to protect his heart, she wouldn't even blink. She was an old soul, he liked that about her. "Ethiopian. A woman from New Jersey used to brew it for me when I came in for a late dinner. She gave me a box as a going away present." He said, twirling the hat on his finger as he put on violet glasses and instructed his automated kitchen to put the kettle on.
Once that was done, he hopped off the porch and watched her pet Matilda. There was a lot you could learn from how someone treated a dog, especially a small mutt. Some people would rile her up with excited coos, others would do their best to ignore her. May? May held her hand out for Matilda to sniff, accept and then move close for pets. It was surprisingly polite and respectful of the animal, which Eddie liked a lot. He walked over and handed his hat to Matilda, who trotted off happily with it and then his robe to May. "Careful with this. It's a prized possession." Which seemed like a joke, since the robe was a bit tattered and had its fair share of coffee stains. There might have also been a scorch mark along the robe's hem. One thing to note was the large BW printed across the breast, which couldn't symbolize Eddie's name in the slightest.
He held his hand out for her basket and then directed her towards the side of his house. "Did I tell you that I went to visit the Protestants while they had their amazing blooms?" If there was one thing Eddie was good at, it was small town gossip. "I was set on proving they were some kind of trick or perhaps a clever variation of the ancient flower. Instead, I had the most awful sensation while taking a wiff of the flowers. Like something was trying to crawl into my brain." He spoke with his usual dramatics, but there was a lining of truth there. "Now, with the Catholic Church? I heard they had some new flowers, too. I couldn't talk myself into going inside."