[ And Tony jerks backwards in his chair, closing his shirt with unnecessary fervor, loose fabric now taut and overlapped as high as his throat. For some reason, this motion paired with a jerky look over at Ellis also causes his right leg to kick out and slam his foot loudly but ineffectually into the leg of the table.
[Wysteria pops up, sudden as a cat with its tail being trod on (complete with startled squawk).
And then she is falling in on Ellis where he has stuttered to a halt just there in the doorway, all fluttering and fussing as she stuffs her pen back into the twist of her hair and rescues the pastry box and its string from his hands.]
There you are. Honestly, sir - you are quite late. Mr. Stark arrived ages ago and us without anything to go along with the chicory. It's rather bitter on its own, you know, but with a bit of cinnamon— oh yes, I see. These are precisely what I was hoping you'd be able to find. Well done, Mr. Ellis. Very well done indeed. You must tell me what I owe you for the favor. But don't just stand there. Pick up the larges pieces of that plate and then come sit down and I'll prepare you a cup.
Now, Mr. Stark. I believe you were explaining the reasoning behind the adjustment of your name, were you not? [A pause. Wysteria squints critically at Ellis around the box.] How well acquainted are you with the Provost?
[ Which of these topics is he meant to address first?
Before he met Wysteria and Tony, he had been fairly adept at triangulating what needed his attention first and foremost, then responding to lesser topics in descending order. Now, he realizes he had been a novice all that time and only just now been launched into a true challenge.
He looks at Tony for a long moment before stooping to collect a few large pieces of shattered china, visibly reconsider his approach and pass them both to collect a broom from the narrow pantry where he'd stowed it upon his last visit. ]
I've never had reason to speak to the Provost, [ Ellis answers, clearly having decided to approach the whole ???? of Tony's chest at a roundabout angle. ] I report to Commander Flint, and Warden von Skraedder. Why?
[ As he speaks, he begins sweeping up the broken plate pieces. It seems important to keep himself occupied and his gaze averted while Tony rearranges himself. ]
[ Only once Ellis gets on with tidying up ghost-related minor disasters does Tony relax the grip on his own shirt, lacing it back up while staring balefully at the two of them, and then when it comes nearer, the box full of baked goods or whatever the hell is happening with that.
He doesn't like it. ]
Oh, I was? [ is full-powered sarcasm in Wysteria's direction, probably overlapping a little with Ellis's response. ] I don't appreciate being ambushed, least of all with weaponised cinnamon snacks. Why are you asking him about the Provost?
[Meanwhile, the moment Ellis is stooped over, Wysteria whips her attention around to make emphatic expressions at Tony. They rely rather a lot on the urgent, perhaps pained, activity of her eyebrows and the jerk of her head in Ellis' direction. Maybe it's meant to be accusing — You didn't tell me your name was a secret and I thought Ellis ought to know, or maybe it is some mortification of the circumstances, or she is already on the verge of betraying her oath and expiring under the pressure of it, or, or, or.]
I'm only curious, [she insists, her voice light and breezy and her look to Tony quite sharp indeed.
The cartoonish face journey ends either as she sets the box on the table or when Ellis straightens, whichever comes first. The box's corners are popped and the whole thing flattened into a make-do serving plate.]
[ Graciously including Wysteria in this minor protest. Rising with a small dust pan full of china, Ellis directs a faintly apprehensive look at her though he can't very well say anything else at the moment. ]
If I interrupted, I'm sorry for it.
[ He should have used the front door. Maybe he'd have had a few more vases thrown at his head, but it seems more easily managed than whatever strange tension he'd broken upon his arrival through the garden.
Instead of sampling the wares he'd ferried, he turns to empty the little dust pan with far more care than is probably necessary into the bin and return both items to their place. Maybe by the time he's done there will be a more clear consensus on what he should do. Ellis has made it a habit not to seek more information than people are willing to give him, and now he knows more of Tony than maybe he ought to. ]
[ His shirt is closed, but he doesn't futz with closing up the jerkin over it, and lyrium light presses hazily through cloth. That Ellis was surely already aware of some kind of mysterious glowing artifact around Tony's heart place was a given, on account of the man having eyeballs.
But it's the principle of the thing.
There's a long pause, before Tony reaches out towards the box to rifle for the best one, and gestures at this hand with his other hand and says, ] This is not-- I don't condone any of what's happening. [ He takes a bite of cinnamon twist, and around it, adds, ] And he's going to have to sign an NDA too.
Happening? What is happening? Nothing is happening, and there is nothing at all to interrupt. Honestly, from the look on both your faces it is as of we all have one of our feet in some secret endeavor, which is not at all the case. Sit down, Mr. Ellis. And have a twist.
[She shoves one into her own mouth and pours a third cup of the chicory coffee for him.]
[ At Wysteria's urging, Ellis finally takes a seat across the table from Tony on the least rickety chair left. There is a long pause as he obligingly lifts a twist and holds it in his hands as if unsure what to do next. ]
What is an NDA? [ Ellis asks, in what he clearly assumes is a conciliatory manner. Going against his own personal decision to ask zero questions and puzzle out most of what Tony says from context clues is an effort to break the ice.
Possibly an effective one. If Tony doesn't answer, Wysteria might, and surely the conversation will carry on from there. ]
[ He looks at Wysteria like does that work in real life but at least doesn't say it this time. Having relaxed, some, since being initially startled, if taking pains to show that he is doing so under duress. ]
Stands for, uh, 'nude dancing-- allowed'. Which you're not, yet, and currently none of us are, not until you, you know--
[ The joke is dropped, and he pivots to Wysteria; ]
I was gonna run it by him, the name thing, but he calls me Tony like we live in real life and not an Austen book. Bumped it down on the to-do list.
[ A momentary squint at Tony, then a quiet chuckle as Ellis breaks off part of the twist in his hands. So clearly not dancing. ]
Even though Ellis isn't my surname?
[ Debating whether or not he cares to try to stop Wysteria from tacking the "mister" onto his name. ]
You don't have to explain anything to me. I know there's many reasons a man may decide to use another name. [ Though Tony being a Rifter cancels about 90% of them out, but Ellis doesn't need to mention that. ] We'll happily call you whatever you please.
Okay, [ Tony says at Wysteria, in the tone of uncalled for. And then, to Ellis, a more emphatic, ] okay, slow your roll there Mr Rogers, this isn't like I'm asking you guys to call me Indigo Moonshine or whatever and you're oh so supportive while secretly thinking I've joined a cult and taken up raw food diets and goat yoga.
My name is Tony Stark, it was always that name, the other name was a made-up name, and doesn't matter anymore. I want to be like crystal clear on all those points.
There is of course, the looming question of Tony's chest. But Ellis isn't willing to steering the conversation back around to it. The only real question that comes to mind is: is it painful? and he doesn't think that serves any particular purpose. ]
[ Do you understand, says a squint from Tony, suspicious in the face of getting exactly what he wanted which was unconditional understanding from either side. But as Ellis contributes Ellisly, there's really nothing to be done except allow himself to be mollified.
Certainly. [Wysteria punctuates automatically. And then there is a full beat of silence—were clocks yet on vogue, we might be made aware of one now—, after which she adds,] What a relief it is to all be on exactly the same page.
[She takes another bite from her pastry and allows herself to stare at the table rather than about the room.]
[ Ellis shoots Wysteria an incredulous look. That's all she has to say? It's potentially the least amount of words he's heard her contribute to any conversation in all the time he's known her. He glances back at Tony, then clears his throat. ]
If I was intruding, I can leave.
[ Because bringing up the weird tension is just what will get conversation rolling. ]
[ LiKeWiSe unsettled, Tony's look to Wysteria is more suspicious than incredulous. A little blindly, he reaches to take another twist to stack on top of his currently unfinished twist. ]
I mean, [ he says, pivoting to Ellis, delivery flat, ] why, did it look like we were sharing some kind of intimate moment to you?
[ Too bad no one knows Tony's basically a doctor yet.
Though apparently now it falls to Ellis to keep Wysteria from dying, since Tony is choosing this particular moment to start eating his cinnamon twists. He rounds the table and—
Just whacks Wysteria hard on the back. Nailed it. ]
[ A moment of concern manages to zither through the smugness when Choking Continues, and his spine stiffens a little in his chair like he's about to get up--
But then Ellis does that. That'll work. And he didn't even have to put down his pastry.
He does reach to slide her cup of chicory within reach. Helping. ]
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He pretends that doesn't happen, and says; ] Hey.
What are you doing with that box.
[ What. ]
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And then she is falling in on Ellis where he has stuttered to a halt just there in the doorway, all fluttering and fussing as she stuffs her pen back into the twist of her hair and rescues the pastry box and its string from his hands.]
There you are. Honestly, sir - you are quite late. Mr. Stark arrived ages ago and us without anything to go along with the chicory. It's rather bitter on its own, you know, but with a bit of cinnamon— oh yes, I see. These are precisely what I was hoping you'd be able to find. Well done, Mr. Ellis. Very well done indeed. You must tell me what I owe you for the favor. But don't just stand there. Pick up the larges pieces of that plate and then come sit down and I'll prepare you a cup.
Now, Mr. Stark. I believe you were explaining the reasoning behind the adjustment of your name, were you not? [A pause. Wysteria squints critically at Ellis around the box.] How well acquainted are you with the Provost?
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Before he met Wysteria and Tony, he had been fairly adept at triangulating what needed his attention first and foremost, then responding to lesser topics in descending order. Now, he realizes he had been a novice all that time and only just now been launched into a true challenge.
He looks at Tony for a long moment before stooping to collect a few large pieces of shattered china, visibly reconsider his approach and pass them both to collect a broom from the narrow pantry where he'd stowed it upon his last visit. ]
I've never had reason to speak to the Provost, [ Ellis answers, clearly having decided to approach the whole ???? of Tony's chest at a roundabout angle. ] I report to Commander Flint, and Warden von Skraedder. Why?
[ As he speaks, he begins sweeping up the broken plate pieces. It seems important to keep himself occupied and his gaze averted while Tony rearranges himself. ]
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He doesn't like it. ]
Oh, I was? [ is full-powered sarcasm in Wysteria's direction, probably overlapping a little with Ellis's response. ] I don't appreciate being ambushed, least of all with weaponised cinnamon snacks. Why are you asking him about the Provost?
[ >8( ]
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I'm only curious, [she insists, her voice light and breezy and her look to Tony quite sharp indeed.
The cartoonish face journey ends either as she sets the box on the table or when Ellis straightens, whichever comes first. The box's corners are popped and the whole thing flattened into a make-do serving plate.]
Eat a twist, Mr. Stark.
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[ Graciously including Wysteria in this minor protest. Rising with a small dust pan full of china, Ellis directs a faintly apprehensive look at her though he can't very well say anything else at the moment. ]
If I interrupted, I'm sorry for it.
[ He should have used the front door. Maybe he'd have had a few more vases thrown at his head, but it seems more easily managed than whatever strange tension he'd broken upon his arrival through the garden.
Instead of sampling the wares he'd ferried, he turns to empty the little dust pan with far more care than is probably necessary into the bin and return both items to their place. Maybe by the time he's done there will be a more clear consensus on what he should do. Ellis has made it a habit not to seek more information than people are willing to give him, and now he knows more of Tony than maybe he ought to. ]
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But it's the principle of the thing.
There's a long pause, before Tony reaches out towards the box to rifle for the best one, and gestures at this hand with his other hand and says, ] This is not-- I don't condone any of what's happening. [ He takes a bite of cinnamon twist, and around it, adds, ] And he's going to have to sign an NDA too.
[ About what? His chest hair? Doesn't matter. ]
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[She shoves one into her own mouth and pours a third cup of the chicory coffee for him.]
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What is an NDA? [ Ellis asks, in what he clearly assumes is a conciliatory manner. Going against his own personal decision to ask zero questions and puzzle out most of what Tony says from context clues is an effort to break the ice.
Possibly an effective one. If Tony doesn't answer, Wysteria might, and surely the conversation will carry on from there. ]
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Stands for, uh, 'nude dancing-- allowed'. Which you're not, yet, and currently none of us are, not until you, you know--
[ The joke is dropped, and he pivots to Wysteria; ]
I was gonna run it by him, the name thing, but he calls me Tony like we live in real life and not an Austen book. Bumped it down on the to-do list.
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[This, said around the cinnamon twist and from behind her hand.]
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Even though Ellis isn't my surname?
[ Debating whether or not he cares to try to stop Wysteria from tacking the "mister" onto his name. ]
You don't have to explain anything to me. I know there's many reasons a man may decide to use another name. [ Though Tony being a Rifter cancels about 90% of them out, but Ellis doesn't need to mention that. ] We'll happily call you whatever you please.
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My name is Tony Stark, it was always that name, the other name was a made-up name, and doesn't matter anymore. I want to be like crystal clear on all those points.
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Yes, yes. Of course, Mr. Stark. Mr. Ellis [hm] and I understand. And naturally we are perfectly honored to be the first people you thought to tell.
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Right, [ is Ellis' brief contribution.
There is of course, the looming question of Tony's chest. But Ellis isn't willing to steering the conversation back around to it. The only real question that comes to mind is: is it painful? and he doesn't think that serves any particular purpose. ]
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A trace reluctantly. ]
Good. And you should be.
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[She takes another bite from her pastry and allows herself to stare at the table rather than about the room.]
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If I was intruding, I can leave.
[ Because bringing up the weird tension is just what will get conversation rolling. ]
sweeps this thread back into my notifs gdi
I mean, [ he says, pivoting to Ellis, delivery flat, ] why, did it look like we were sharing some kind of intimate moment to you?
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Is she choking? [ Ellis asks, before redirecting, half rising out of his seat. ] Are you choking?
[ What is he supposed to do about this masterful diversion Wysteria has so helpfully created? ]
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Though apparently now it falls to Ellis to keep Wysteria from dying, since Tony is choosing this particular moment to start eating his cinnamon twists. He rounds the table and—
Just whacks Wysteria hard on the back. Nailed it. ]
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But then Ellis does that. That'll work. And he didn't even have to put down his pastry.
He does reach to slide her cup of chicory within reach. Helping. ]
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