Victorian Nocturne

It was a rare day that found Henry Armitage still asleep in his bed past eight A.M., but they did occur from time to time and this happened to be one where he'd slept in very late indeed.

The scholar turned inquisitor had arrived at the Whitechapel late the previous evening, and the debriefing on the mission had lasted to a late enough hour that he had gone ahead and slept in the cabin assigned to him rather than make the trek back to his townhouse in the city. He hadn't returned to the land of the living until nearly eleven the next morning, when hunger roused him to wakefulness.

After taking just long enough time to wash with the towel and basin provided in his cabin, Henry dressed and made his way up to the open air dining facility aboard the ship. It was a warm day for London and he'd been able to see the sun shining from the porthole of his cabin, so it seemed perfect weather for dining outside.

Beneath the brim of a hat, Elspeth held up her silverware to the mid-day sun and inspected a spot. The cutlery had been polished to a shine recently, but the last washing cycle had left specks behind. Mildly put off, she set the fork down and put her hands in her lap. It was difficult to overlook such details. In her childhood home, she was coerced into sitting alongside a household cook and helping polish the inherited set of utensils, ostensibly so she'd know how to do so herself, or direct another in the proper way. Thankfully, she was never required to put her hands in the dishwater. The bits of soggy food floating at surface made her stomach lurch.

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