fandomtownies | Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

As it would just so happen, Tisarwat did show up that Saturday, flash of tea in hand and much less inclined to talk about anything heist related. She was still incredibly disappointed with herself that all her hard work did not, in fact, pay off, and was more than ready to move onto the next big thing...whatever that may be.

"Good morning, Seivarden," came the usual greeting as she came into the shop, looking around for any copious amounts of glitter and glad to see that it was all mostly just pumpkins today. "Would you like some tea?"

"Good morning!" Seivarden replied, smiling. "Please, come in. I'd love some tea. And you have to tell me how that heist went. Did you find out anything interesting?"

She was less interested in the heist and more in anything else Tisarwat had picked up.

Tisarwat moved almost automatically toward the chair she usually sat in, dropping into it with a barely held back sigh. Of course Seivarden woudl ask about the one thing she didn't feel like talking about, but she supposed that was only fair, she had practically lambasted her with questions last week, and so this had to be some sort of retribution for that. At least she could focus on setting up the tea and pouring it while she gave her somewhat withering response.

"It went poorly," she said, honestly. "Barely any of my research was even remotely helpful, and I discovered too late that it was time that would have been better spent practicing difussing traps, especially since most of the traps used here don't really make a whole lot of sense. I do now thoroughly know my way around nearly every instructor's office by now, though, so maybe one day that information will be helpful."

She doubted it, though. She handed Seivarden her cup.

"How was your week?"

"Thank you," she said, accepting the cup.

"Shooting clowns, going to a party. I suppose it could be worse."

She took a sip.

"Who else did you talk to?"

Tisarwat shruged, taking up her own cup, and gave a general, vague sort of overview ~~because the week really got away from me~~. "Miguel at the diner was not as nice as I was expecting." Perhaps Kanan had just spoiled her, but it made her feel too awkward too really delve into anything. "Amaya wasn't very helpful, either," too easily distracted, and Tisarwat had been all too willing to allow her to be distracted, "but you were right, she does have very good tea. I did get a friend to help me," sure, that's what you could call it, Tisarwat, helping, "but that room had been a dead end. I'm glad Lana was the one to get it when all was said and done, though. It's less of a sting knowing it was won by someone who deserves it.

"I would have much rather have gone to more parties instead of skulking around offices in the dark, though. I had fun at the one we held on Saturday, though. I even made time to do my hair."

"I'm sure it looked nice," Seivarden said politely, managing to hide any envy.

"The party I went to wasn't too bad, compared to other ones I've been to. Of course I didn't wear any ridiculous costume, and poor Amaya had some problems with hers."

Tisarwat was a kid. She probably drank when she had the opportunity, but that didn't mean Seivarden would bring it up.

"I took pictures," Tisarwat offered, disappointed that Seivarden hadn't just asked, but feeling no regret in trying to sway her that way. "If you'd like to see them."

It seemed impolite to just show them off, but she also knew it would also seem impolite to say no if she'd offered to show them off.

"And what sort of problems? I was a little too busy with the heist to pay much attention to the holiday, so I didn't really understand what the point of the costumes were, but it seems like it would be fun. Why didn't you do one?"

Other than the obvious fact that Seivarden was allergic to fun, of course.

"Of course I'd like to see them."

It was impolite to say no, and she was actually a little bit curious.

"It didn't fit properly," Seivarden said, preferring to use that description to 'it didn't stay up'. "Personally I didn't see any reason to make an effort to look silly, and I was told it was mainly a kids' thing anyway."

Tisarwat beamed, pleased with the opportunity to show of something that had been successful last week. And even though she'd gotten compliments on it that night, she knew the real test was if she could manage to impress Seivarden, even with the fact that she'd done it herself and had very limited resources.

Or maybe even because of those things.

"The theme," she explained, as she pulled out her phone and found the best of the selfies she'd taken to show off the hair, turning it so she could show Seivarden, "was something called 'cyberpunk fairy tales,' which seemed to be this planet's idea of futuristic stuff mixed with old stories. Either way, it involved a lot of bright neon colors, and that's what I tried to work in with my hair."

It wasn't much, not compared to what she could have gotten if she'd had a place to go to get it done, but she still rather liked it.

Seivarden looked at the photo.

"Very nice."

Yes, she could see that it hadn't been done by a professional, but it was tasteful and festive, and had the advantage of being a style suited to young people.

"You did a good job, kiddo. I hope you got compliments."

Tisarwat smiled a little more to cover the flinch at being called kiddo.

"I did," she said, proudly, which also helped with being called kiddo. "Everyone could see that a lot of thought and attention went into it, which I didn't expect, but was nice to know that even here, the effort would be appreciated."

Seivarden obviously didn't notice that flinch.

"The students do seem more civilized than most adults," she noted. "I hope none of the adults haven't caused you problems."

She did, but she also didn't. She had a built up need to complain to someone who would understand.

Now that Seivarden mentioned it, Tisarwat realized, as she sipped her tea, that she actually had had a few more victories that week, though they'd felt eclipsed by the whole heist thing.

"None yet," she assured her, "and also, I've even gotten Wayne to wear gloves when she makes breakfast, Nina got to use my nicer set," and agreed with her wholeheartedly that Seivarden's 'adult' problem was likely due to extreme grumpiness, "and Okuyasu even said my tea was the best part of breakfast."

Well, he hadn't said exactly that, but pretty much. Either way, the report left her beaming a little more.

"So you might actually be on to something there, after all."

Again, though, it was probably just grumpiness.

"Have you had a tea party yet?" Seivarden asked before taking a sip from her cup. "It sounds like it would be worth the effort."

"There's been no time!" Tisarwat said, smiling at first, but it went into a laugh, and she shook her head. "There was everything with homecoming and Student Council, and then the heist for class, as well as everything going on for that Halloween holiday! Maybe now that that's over, I might have some time to actually sit down and plan for it!"

"I should really get around to organize one too. I hope you can come. I'll invite Amaya, of course, and my roommate, although he doesn't drink tea, and... a few others."

It wasn't like she had a lot of friends.

Apparently not. Tisarwat could name off more people for her own tea party without even having to think about it, but, then again, she supposed living in a dormitory might make socialization a bit easier...

"Sometimes a smaller party is nicer," she offered, encouragingly. "More...intimate. It'd be nice to meet your roommate, too."

"He is very generous. A bit lecturing sometimes, but generous."

She smiled a little. "I prefer it to be pleasant, so I wouldn't invite someone who wouldn't appreciate it."

Tisarwat sipped her tea a little thoughtfully, trying to decide on whether or not to pursue a certain devious thought that popped into her head, but it would probably make the conversation a bit more interesting.

But her voice was nothing but innocence when she lowered her up and asked, "Like who?"

"Well," Seivarden said, a little surprised by the question. "There are quite a few people who while they are friendly wouldn't be... appropriate. I'm sure you know what I mean."

She took a sip of her own tea.

"But if you have any suggestions..."

It was a gamble. On one hand, if Tisarwat knew some suitable people that would of course be nice, but Seivarden guessed she could also be a bit naive about it.

"Well," said Tisarwat thoughtfully, "you know I don't know too many of the," still loathed to use the term adults or grown-ups in this case, "non-students. Most of them are just my instructors. And while I'm positive Dean Skywalker would be an exceptional guest at any party," she was particularly fond of him, really, "the only ones I think you really know yourself are Kitty...and Rosa."

Seivarden snorted. "Well, Kitty would be welcome, of course. Rosa... doesn't like tea."

Here she hesitated.

"And I don't think Amaya wants to repair the door again."

She took a sip of tea again, and then another one.

"Maybe the problem is just that she hasn't ever had really good Radchaai tea," Tisarwat observed blithely. "I have been saving some really good tea for a special occasion, you know.

"And," she added, her tone going fond, after a sip of tea, "I may not know Amaya as well as you do," yet (...or ever, but she could dream), "but I don't see her complaining about having more work to do."

Seivarden had a feeling that one of the few projects Amaya wouldn't appreciate would be having to repair that door for the third time.

"Repairing that door isn't much of a challenge for Amaya," Seivarden said. "Anyway, I won't invite Rosa. We're not exactly friends."

Also, she would probably ignore the invitation.

So Seivarden wasn't going to take the easy bait, and now Tisarwat was feeling like she didn't know nearly enough about the situation to know exactly how to sweeten it a bit. So she just gestured a little ruefully, sighing into her tea. "Yes, I think you've mentioned that before," she said. "It's a shame, really. She seems like she'd be an interesting person to get to know."

"Why?"

Seivarden sounded irritated.

"She's a security officer who expects her students to break into offices, and who has an unhealthy obsession with axes. Trust me, you don't want to get to know her better."

And here was the delicate part, where Tisarwat wanted to point out that she seemed to have left quite an impression on Seivarden, at least, but she knew that would be incredibly counterproductive.

So she just shrugged, gesturing dismissively. "I guess you're right," she allowed. "I mean, you were right about Amaya; she's lovely. So it would be smart to take your word on this, too. Still, you can't help being curious. I'm pretty sure I've never met anyone quite like her before."

Then she laughed lightly, shaking her head as she sipped her tea again. "I guess you could say that about just anyone here, though."

Seivarden didn't quite know what to make of that.

"Well, yes, Amaya is quite different. And 'never met anyone quite like her' doesn't mean you do want to meet someone."

Was she still talking about Rosa? if so, why?

"Anyone else who has made an impression?"

Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

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