out of every place in fontaine , lynette actually preferred the very depths of the fortress of meropide for a cup of tea . yes : the place was cold and humid , and the noises from the machines there found could be as unpredictable as the prisoners at times . lynette didn’t like the fortress , for these very reasons and many more .
however , no other place had such a vast variety of tea as the prison . but , then again , not many had the privilege of being able to enter the duke’s office for such without a proper invite either .
she wasn’t a best guest , not at all ; bringing the duke cakes instead , every single visit with something different in her hands than the last time . the cat isn’t quite sure of how this whole arrangement even started , not that she minded it much .
so , with a knock on the door , she enters wriothesley’s office with the white box in her hand .
it would be a blatant lie to claim that he did not see a certain use in friendly relations with a member of the house of the hearth, but it would be equally fallacious to deny that he enjoyed amicable company who actually appeared to appreciate the many varieties of tea he had gathered over the years.
her visits meant a breather amidst work, pleasant and relaxing conversation, usually, and the joy of a shared hobby ( the tea, of course ) over lovely snacks.
for a mercy, she was easy to get along with and, despite her less talkative ways, matched him well enough in conversation. that alone had been enough to earn her certain visitation privileges, although knocking before entering his office had always remained a necessity.
the door opened a few moments after the sound rang, revealing a faintly weary warden, though her presence seemed to offer a spark of relief, hidden within a polite smile. wriothesley stepped aside, gesturing for the magician to enter. ❛ miss lynette, your timing could hardly be any better; i'd say i'm overdue for a break. please, come in and make yourself comfortable while i set some water to boil. ❜
