Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
Oh, May had her own computer. And her home had been wired for electricity years ago. Old she may have been, but she knew enough to see when the times shifted and did her best to shift with them. After all, it was being too different that could attract attention, and with everyone knees-deep in technology, she at least needed to know a little. That didn't mean she had beeping glasses though, or that she even carried a cell phone with her. It didn't mean that she even had a cell phone - just the landline in the house (the one that the old-school modem hooked into).
She did know how an obsession could take over, though. There were times in spring and fall (planting and harvesting) where she barely paused for sleeping or eating. She picked things right out of the ground to feed her, leaned back against a tree for some rest. So that much she understood, even if the context was wildly different.
But beeping glasses... that was new.
Silver tea sets were also unexpected. She usually stuck with thick-walled mugs, ones she had traded for many years ago. Ones that were handmade, thick enough to hold the head of the tea to insulate it while also providing a handwarmer in the colder months. There was a raw look to them that fit in with many of her other things. The silver tea set made the visit feel very fancy, and though she had lost most self-consciousness many years ago, he hoped that Eddie wouldn't make a big deal of still slightly-grubby hands handling the silver. At least it wasn't newly shined. The patina gave it the personality that kept it from being too overbearing. Even so, it was still a contrast between delicate silver and thick fingers that had been strengthened by life lived.
The lilt of Eddie's words upon his return was just stressed enough to reassure May that if things were formal, it was only due to uncertainty. That was far easier to stomach than formality drawn out by perceived superiority (on either party's side). She smiled just enough to show that everything was okay, and then she reached out for one of those revealed gingersnaps, eating the whole thing before pouring herself a cup. With her hands working with the tea and no longer sunk into the earth around them, she looked much like she usually did - a little more weathered, a little less glow. She didn't smile as easy, but there was still some warmth behind her expression. "You're really going with that level of attempted flattery?" Her smile was hidden again, but there was a thread of amusement through her voice. And after she poured her tea, she did add a little cream, as recommended, and then leaned back in her chair to hold it close to her chest and breathe in the scent of it.