Soren Elias Chappu Skwigelf (twiceloved) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-11-10 23:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | missouri mosley, soren skwigelf |
Who: Soren Skwigelf and Missouri Mosley.
What: Soren is buying tea for Henn.
When: Tonight.
Where: Missouri's tea shop.
Warnings: Soren getting smacked with a spoon? Can't think of any. (NOW IN THE RIGHT COMM!)
Soren was helping Henn stock up on supplies. He still hadn't really asked for what, he just knew she was stocking up. That was fine; he was a helpful kind of guy. When he saw tea on the list, he made his way to Missouri's tea shop. Uncle Dean had always had nothing but glowing words for it, and the smell that wafted toward him after opening the door backed up the praise.
The place was quite a bit calmer now that the influx of lost spirits over Halloween had passed. In fact, Missouri was just seeing her only customer out at that point, smiling and patting the woman's arm with a half-amused, "You've really got nothing to worry about. But c'mon back if you start to worry again, I'll make sure."
She turned the smile on Soren then, brow arching, "Any kind in particular?"
Soren grinned right back at her. "Uncle Dean told me about you, Miss Missouri. For me? I'm not really fussy, but I don't know what Henn likes. I think she likes darker teas? I should've really asked." He shuffled his feet, debating asking to excuse himself and use the phone. But he figured she might already know.
"You know that boy? Heh." She shook her head, "Should've suspected that." A shrug then, "C'mon in. Should be able to figure out what you'll need by what it's for. You do know what it's for don't you?"
"Of course - well. I'm from his future, so I know him when he's a lot older. That's why he's my Uncle Dean and not my buddy Dean." He moved closer to her, further into the shop, purring when the smells got richer and deeper. "I have a female friend that needs calming down sometimes."
There was a brow arch at that, "Mm-hmm." Just which of his statements this was in regards to was anyone's guess, really, she nodded a moment later though, circling around behind the counter to pull down a few old-fashioned spring-latch glass jars, "Take a whiff of those, see what you think."
Soren assumed the brow arch was to the whole "kid from the future" business and paid it little mind; he was used to reactions like that. Pulling back his hair so it didn't get in the jar, soren leaned forward and sniffed the jars. inhaling and then leaning back to let the smell linger for a moment before moving onto the next. "How much do you have of each of them? I'll take a bit of all of them. What Henn doesn't use, I will."
She smiled again, "If I run out I just go get the ingredients to make more." A shrug, "So really it just depends on how much you think you're going to need, couple tablespoons'll make a good sized pot, teaspoon or so for a mug's worth."
The ingredients for each were listed on a hand-written card tucked into the lid of each jar. Most of them started with black or oolong tea, some listed various herbs and dried fruits, one listed roasted almonds, another had chicory in it, and on and on.
Soren made a little face. "Would a quarter pound of each be too much to ask for? I don't want to trouble you." He shifted his feet shyly, smiling a little.