The Perk, Friday Morning

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

All things considered, yesterday had left Kerrigan in an uncharacteristically pleasant mood. The difference was readily apparent to the Perk staff, who danced around the shop with some relief over the course of the morning.

And gladly served her coffee.

She smiled. It was a good day.

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[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

A very bemused looking Harriet Jones came into the Perk, giving Kerrigan a vague nod, when she never did anything vaguely.

Vague or not, the girl behind the counter produced a steaming pot of tea with all due haste.

They knew who she was.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan paused mid-coffee-sip, narrowing her eyes at Harriet for a minute. Something was off. What-- "...Stinson."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"The man really is an insufferable prat," she replied, carrying her tray over to Kerrigan's table. "May I?" She nodded at the chair.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Sure." She nudged at one of the chairs with her foot. "He teaches with the pixie. The man's a lost cause."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"I still don't understand how he was ever hired here." Harriet busied herself for a moment, pouring tea, adding lemon, a soothing ritual, even if she generally preferred coffee first thing in the morning. "Apparently, he and his tiny, winged partner-in-crime have decided to present me with an award in their class today. I shudder to think what it might be."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Don't ask me," Kerrigan replied, tipping her chair slightly backwards. "But we've got an administration that's hired Deadpool, for christ's sakes. I don't think background checks are a big thing here."

And then the rest of that sentence caught up with her.

"They're dealing out awards now?"

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet lifted her tea cup and raised an eyebrow at Kerrigan over the top of it. "Deadpool doesn't try and chat me up." She took a sip then nodded. "And yes, I'm almost afraid to ask what it's for."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"No, he's just a mercenary," she said, with a roll of her eyes. "Are you planning on showing up?"

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"A mercenary who doesn't hit on me, to use the American vernacular." She sighed. "Much as I would prefer not to, I can't help but feel I should at least collect the thing."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Don't. Neither of them have done anything to make anyone feel obligated to anything." Kerrigan sipped her coffee. Contemplatively.

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet raised another eyebrow at her, sipping her tea.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I could pick it up for you," Kerrigan offered, with a smirk. "Let 'em know how appreciated it is."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

A smile spread very slowly across Harriet's face until she was the next thing to smirking. "I do have a great deal of paperwork that needs to be attended to. I really can't spare any time away from it," she said mildly. "And if anyone could pass on exactly how much I do appreciate Professor Stinson thinking of me, it would be you, Lieutenant."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"The pixie and I still need to have words," Kerrigan pointed out, matching smile for smile. "It's only convenient."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Bemusement and vagueness were long gone, replaced by a gleam of amusement and a certain smidgen of satisfaction. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd count it as a personal favour."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

A favour owed, Stinson and the pixie threatened, and a good cup of coffee? "Pleasure'll be all mine, trust me."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet chuckled very softly and took another sip of her tea. "Oh, trust me, Lieutenant. It won't be."