[peter's mind is quieter, just watching steph go about the business of making tea. there's that charge in the air that means something's not being said, but if it's not being said there's probably a reason and peter tries to keep his nose out of what hasn't been made his business. he's not sure when steph herself became his business. that was an accident. he seems to be having a lot of accidents like that in exsilium. more than he ever did before, at least.
but watching steph make tea is kind of like watching lynda make tea, the same sort of habit-made-ritual in the thing, not quite just plonking teabags into cups and pouring water over them.]
Just sugar. You want milk?
[he levers himself upright from his lean and begins searching the counters and then the cabinets for said sugar.]
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but watching steph make tea is kind of like watching lynda make tea, the same sort of habit-made-ritual in the thing, not quite just plonking teabags into cups and pouring water over them.]
Just sugar. You want milk?
[he levers himself upright from his lean and begins searching the counters and then the cabinets for said sugar.]