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. ]
[Somewhere, a man named Heimlich is staring into the middle distance and only later wonders where his thoughts wandered off too just then. Here, Wysteria gags once under the thump, then hocks up would-be murderous pastry with a sawing series of coughs.]
It was not [she gasp-sobs, pausing to down the cup's entire contents] an intimate moment!
If we could all just be cool for maybe two minutes. These are really good, by the way. [ Unperturbed by the saliva-y mass of pastry that just went flying. ]
[It's not proper tea; what does she look like, some kind of damned lady of fortune?
--She does not say, because she is busy choking down the contents of Ellis' sacrificed cup and using a scrap of paper to scrape away the murder weapon from where its unceremoniously splatted.]
I'm quite all right. [She spits, all the meager venom she can manage shot in Tony's direction.] Thank you, Mr. Ellis.
[ Ellis looks visibly fatigued at Tony's contradiction, and decides to let it pass. He can't. He'll just sit here and accept the idea that the weird tension was over the thing in Tony's chest.
Which Ellis is also not inquiring about at this juncture. ]
We are cool.
[ ha. ]
Very cool.
[ Somewhere in the depths of the house, there's a rattle, two thuds and a faint crash. Ellis sighs. ]
[ Hackles up immediately at the various kinds of looks he's getting after telling everyone to be cool, and he doesn't even have time to be charmed about Ellis repeating this colloquialism as he puts a hand over (lyrium glowing) heart. ]
Like any of what's happening here is my fault. I call on you personally to tell you we can do magic now, and this is the thanks I get.
How good are you at keeping secrets? [--this, to Ellis. ] Because that-- that's one. Also what do you think about the word 'Fade-iation'.
We [ and he tips a look to Wysteria ] have a means of using refined lyrium to generate magical energy and power enchantments. And we don't even have to be short and hairy to do it.
[ Don't even think about it. He draws his now partially filled cup back to himself. ]
Now there is the first sensible thing he's said in the last ten minutes. [To the room generally, most at large and steadfastly ignoring any looks whatsoever:] There is excellent coffee house a short walk from here - mind, they are not serving coffee presently, but they have a fair selection of import wines and brandies to substitute for the rest. If we are to be celebrating, I humbly propose that we retire there for the afternoon and get ourselves something better than this sorry stuff.
[The chicory is really a product of desperation; even her pride can be honest about that much.]
[ Tony's affirmative to Ellis is silence, where if he was wrong, there'd be correction. He let's the question posed to Wysteria stand by making a sweeping gesture between her and Ellis.
Go ahead. ]
Sooner we get on the same page, sooner we can hit the club.
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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. ]
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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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It was not [she gasp-sobs, pausing to down the cup's entire contents] an intimate moment!
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Are you alright?
[ Followed by— ]
Have the rest of my tea.
[ Fellow Wardens with grievous battle wounds, easy peasy. One young lady having choked on a pastry, hard mode. ]
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[ He gestures a little with the twist. ]
If we could all just be cool for maybe two minutes. These are really good, by the way. [ Unperturbed by the saliva-y mass of pastry that just went flying. ]
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--She does not say, because she is busy choking down the contents of Ellis' sacrificed cup and using a scrap of paper to scrape away the murder weapon from where its unceremoniously splatted.]
I'm quite all right. [She spits, all the meager venom she can manage shot in Tony's direction.] Thank you, Mr. Ellis.
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Which Ellis is also not inquiring about at this juncture. ]
We are cool.
[ ha. ]
Very cool.
[ Somewhere in the depths of the house, there's a rattle, two thuds and a faint crash. Ellis sighs. ]
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[ Hackles up immediately at the various kinds of looks he's getting after telling everyone to be cool, and he doesn't even have time to be charmed about Ellis repeating this colloquialism as he puts a hand over (lyrium glowing) heart. ]
Like any of what's happening here is my fault. I call on you personally to tell you we can do magic now, and this is the thanks I get.
How good are you at keeping secrets? [--this, to Ellis. ] Because that-- that's one. Also what do you think about the word 'Fade-iation'.
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[She passes back one of the empty cups.]
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[ Sorry, questions on branding will have to wait. ]
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[Grumbled very, very, very low as she divides what little remains in the pot between their three cups.]
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[ Don't even think about it. He draws his now partially filled cup back to himself. ]
So we should probably be celebrating.
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[The chicory is really a product of desperation; even her pride can be honest about that much.]
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Ellis leans forward, elbows on the table. ]
So if I understand correctly—
[ Which he might, but let's double check. ]
The two of you have puzzled out a way to use lyrium for your work.
[ Whatever that might be. His bigger question is about safety rather than what they're getting up to. ]
And you [ pointing at Wysteria ] can already do some kind of magic since...?
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Go ahead. ]
Sooner we get on the same page, sooner we can hit the club.
[ This house smells weird. ]
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