Who: Annie and Spike When: Thursday night Where: Spike's room What: Spike wants tea. Annie is happy to oblige. Rating: Bedridden Spike. Mmmmmmmmm. Status: Ongoing
Tea! Somebody wanted tea. And what was Annie if not a more than willing tea brewer?
So it was that she'd taken on the task with alacrity, even singing to herself as she made it. She put milk in the drink, but suddenly kicked herself for not asking if he took sugar. Never mind. She'd take it as it was. She could always find sugar if he needed it. Easier to add it than try to take it away.
She made her way with the tea, up to his room where she found another quandry in the shape of a closed door and no way she could think of to knock on it.
She hesitated and listened, but no noise was coming from inside the room. Another moment's indecision made her mind up for her. Cradling the tea to her so it wouldn't be damaged in the move, she passed through the door, closing her eyes as she surfaced on the inside.
"Hello," she started. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything. I've brought your tea."
She was tempted to risk opening an eye, but managed to remember her manners.