Well worn metaphorically, perhaps, but everything Amelia owns - at least so far as she's currently wearing - is kept in immaculate condition. Someone knows it's better to keep everything sharp rather than let it fall into disrepair.
"You are impossible." With a sigh she stands and walks out, leaving Viatorus to wonder if he's said something terribly offensive or if she's just in a bad mood. Either assumption is not a bad one at this point, given how little she seems to be willing to open up to him.
The length of Amelia's absence is likely to go unnoticed by Viatorus, given his pension for losing himself in his books. If he should take note, he'll discover that she's gone for almost two hours before she returns, her face flushed and a basket over one of her arms. It seems she's been rather busy while she was out on her stroll.
Before he can say anything, she reaches into the basket and begins pulling out a precariously arranged array of snacks, arranging them on the cloth that she'd had covering the basket. There's a loaf of fresh bread, a block of cheese, two apples, two peaches, two plums, a couple of pastries she was told are called 'donuts' topped with various icings and sugars, some dried meats, and two paper cups with odd plastic lids on them. Once it's all arranged, she pushes one of the cups toward him.
"I didn't trust any of the names of the teas that I could find, but I bought a couple of strainers and have a variety of fresh herbs and spices with me." Carefully, she opens her own cup, revealing it's only hot water inside. "Anything you might like, I have." To prove her point, she removes a large number of vials from two of her pouches, each one containing a different type of leaves, petals, or spices. Lavender, jasmine, chamomile, peppermint, ginger, rosemary, cardamom, blackberry... For herself, Amelia mixes together peppermint, chamomile, and rosehips into her strainer before placing it into her cup of hot water. If he's intent on holing himself up in here for a long time, then she's going to make sure he takes care of himself.
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"You are impossible." With a sigh she stands and walks out, leaving Viatorus to wonder if he's said something terribly offensive or if she's just in a bad mood. Either assumption is not a bad one at this point, given how little she seems to be willing to open up to him.
The length of Amelia's absence is likely to go unnoticed by Viatorus, given his pension for losing himself in his books. If he should take note, he'll discover that she's gone for almost two hours before she returns, her face flushed and a basket over one of her arms. It seems she's been rather busy while she was out on her stroll.
Before he can say anything, she reaches into the basket and begins pulling out a precariously arranged array of snacks, arranging them on the cloth that she'd had covering the basket. There's a loaf of fresh bread, a block of cheese, two apples, two peaches, two plums, a couple of pastries she was told are called 'donuts' topped with various icings and sugars, some dried meats, and two paper cups with
oddplastic lids on them. Once it's all arranged, she pushes one of the cups toward him."I didn't trust any of the names of the teas that I could find, but I bought a couple of strainers and have a variety of fresh herbs and spices with me." Carefully, she opens her own cup, revealing it's only hot water inside. "Anything you might like, I have." To prove her point, she removes a large number of vials from two of her pouches, each one containing a different type of leaves, petals, or spices. Lavender, jasmine, chamomile, peppermint, ginger, rosemary, cardamom, blackberry... For herself, Amelia mixes together peppermint, chamomile, and rosehips into her strainer before placing it into her cup of hot water. If he's intent on holing himself up in here for a long time, then she's going to make sure he takes care of himself.