The Bringer of Light

Consolation

Labhands!

“Anything… A turkey rueban? With saukraut. What’s the special occasion boss?”

“All right!” She wasn’t complaining. It was lunch with Mr. Silva and that seemed like a rarity now a days. It was going to be great! “Come on, Isha!”

Labhands!

“Wh-whatever we like?”

Luciano’s face lights up with delight. “Anything! I want you to treat yourselves. Personally, I’m inclined toward a smoked salmon sandwich with cream cheese and capers on a fresh everything bagel–maybe some kale and cranberry salad on the side… mint tea and a chocolate eclair for a sweet finish. Anything, pet. Let’s sit and enjoy ourselves before we get back to a productive day. Smiling workers are efficient workers!”

“Anything… A turkey rueban? With saukraut. What’s the special occasion boss?”

((It is my birthday and I am neck deep in mini cupcakes. I swear it was an accident. Someone eat them.))

[HAPPY BIRTHDAY, I’M HERE TO HELP]

“….. If I tell you I didn’t just start heating a thing can I still come.”

“No microwave lunches today, Isha! Everything is on me–Company Lounge, all of my personal staff, my little family, we’re ordering something down from the administrative kitchens. Fresh fruit and goat cheese, club sandwiches on bread baked this morning, Strexy’s tea biscuits and raspberry compote–You get whatever you like.”

“Wh-whatever we like?”

Luciano’s face lights up with delight. “Anything! I want you to treat yourselves. Personally, I’m inclined toward a smoked salmon sandwich with cream cheese and capers on a fresh everything bagel--maybe some kale and cranberry salad on the side... mint tea and a chocolate eclair for a sweet finish. Anything, pet. Let’s sit and enjoy ourselves before we get back to a productive day. Smiling workers are efficient workers!”

“….. If I tell you I didn’t just start heating a thing can I still come.”

“No microwave lunches today, Isha! Everything is on me--Company Lounge, all of my personal staff, my little family, we’re ordering something down from the administrative kitchens. Fresh fruit and goat cheese, club sandwiches on bread baked this morning, Strexy’s tea biscuits and raspberry compote--You get whatever you like.”

“Of course!” Her grin grows wide as she took the few steps closer to her boss to hug him. “I do hope you are taking care of yourself, Mr. Silva.”

Luciano wraps his arms around her with enthusiasm, trying to downplay how sore he is. He chuckles, rubbing her shoulders. “My serene Celine. I’m doing my very best. Are you looking after the lab team?”