Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [11/03].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Even though the temptation to hide forever after the events of Saturday were incredibly strong, Tisarwat knew that it wouldn't do much good, and perhaps the best way to continue on from here was to just staunchly try to ignore that anything terrible had happened and go from there. Which was hard when you felt incredibly guilty about everything, especially since the vampire costumes had been her idea. So she was torn between feeling like she needed to go out of her way to make it up to Amaya and Lucille (the former of which was taking it all surprisingly well, though, all things considered) somehow and just never mentioning it ever again if it could be helped.

She was definitely leaning heavily toward that latter option, and was glad there was a lot of work to be done in the shop that day to distract her from having to think about it with too much focus and energy.

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[crimson_sister]

Trying not to seem as awkward as she felt, Lucille entered the shop after she had stopped by to visit Astrid. She had considered avoiding Tisarwat a little longer, but that could be interpreted the wrong way, so here she was.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

At this point, the only way Tisarwat would have interpreted being avoided right now was as a saving grace and somewhat of a relief, perhaps until all of this was a little less raw and recent. So she had rather conflicting feelings about it when she heard the door open and looked up to see who it was entering the shop.

"Lucille." Apprehension. Disappointment. Unpreparedness. But a deep sense of relief and gratitude underneath it all, as well. Complicated. "What a pleasant surprise. How are you today?"

A simple exchange of pleasantries, for the most part, though her asking the question went much deeper than the conversational tone would imply.

[crimson_sister]

"I am well. And you?"

She glanced around the room, then smiled at Tisarwat, a little nervously.

"I hope I am not interrupting."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat made her smile in response particularly soft and warm in response to the nervousness she detected in Lucille's, with a light shake of her head. Perhaps they didn't need to avoid each other to avoid last weekend.

"Nothing too important," she assured her. "Just the usual daily business stuff. I could probably use a break. Tea?"

She was already moving over to the teaset.

[crimson_sister]

"Tea would be lovely."

Lucille moved from the door towards where Tisarwat was standing.

"I hoped you had time for a break. I brought some biscuits."

That she luckily hadn't made herself.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"One of the perks of running the place now," Tisarwat pointed out with a tone of amusement. "There can always be time for a break."

As if the job had been so demanding and restrictive of her time before. And she poured the tea, passing over a cup to Lucille.

"And that's thoughtful of you. I haven't had much to eat today."

She hadn't really been hungry. And she still really wasn't, but she should be able to pull off at least a a few nibbles on a biscuit with tea...

[crimson_sister]

Lucille hadn't had much of an appetite since Saturday, but she could manage a biscuit or two.

"I also brought a book."

That was always a good topic.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Well, perhaps not always, considering books were sort of what got them into this mess.

Still, it had potential.

"You have?" Tisarwat asked, tilting her head while taking up her own cup. "That's good. I've been wanting something new to read."

Maybe something without vampires, though!

[crimson_sister]

Definitely nothing with vampires.

"It's a poetry collection," Lucille said, pulling both the biscuits and the book out of her small bag, and offering them to Tisarwat.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

That was an answer to make Tisarwat smile without even having to think about. She took both the offered items, setting the biscuits, which were really only a priority out of propriety anyway, aside for now to devote her eager attention to the book, opening it up to give the first few pages a precursory glance.

"From your time period?" she asked, eyes lifting to Lucille for the answers rather than the book itself. "Is it a single poet's work, or a variety of different ones?"

[crimson_sister]

"It was published about thirty years before I left, and it contains the works of different poets. You will recognise a few."

She sipped her tea.

"I thought you might want something to read."

She paused.

"Did I mention that I may play the piano at the nightclub?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"I'm always glad for something to read," said Tisarwat, "especially when it comes recommended by you. You haven't steered me wrong yet. And I don't think you have; I'd remember something like that! Is this a tenative thing, or something already with a set date?"

[crimson_sister]

"Not a set date, but I am welcome to play," Lucille said. "I hadn't considered it. It would have been scandalous for me to play in such a place in my time, but that luckily doesn't matter anymore."

She paused.

"Would you come to listen?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"I wouldn't miss it for anything."

But, speaking of scandalous, Tisarwat would have to see about finally getting Lucille more appropriate gloves before then, that was just as certain as her spoken words.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille, who had no idea her gloves were so scandalous, said:

"It would make a difference if you were there."