Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea.

[royalpassport]

Who: Jefferson, Cassian, Rhiannon, and anyone who feels like visiting the tea shop.
Where: Go Ask Alice
When: Any time in April, barring events.
What: An open catch-all log for goings on at the tea shop!
Warnings: N/A, just put them in your comment headers as needed.

[Open]

The town seems livelier these days, owing in part to everybody's recovery from the recent plague that went about. And a natural outcome of the warming weather and bustling activity is, of course, the tea room seeing more business-- which is something of a mixed bag to Jefferson, off-putting and antisocial as he can be at times.

Customers equal money: good!
Customers equal Jefferson having to deal with people and responsibilities more often: not so good.

But at least the shop's running smoothly-- or, at least, as smoothly as a place staffed by a rebel spy, a garbage eating bird, and the Mad Hatter can be. They've even started hosting occasional events, like open mic nights for poetry and creative writing and music. All in the name of cultivating the arts in Wayward Pines! Such as it is. (It's definitely not an excuse for Jefferson and Rhi to snicker behind the counters.)

So come on in and have a cup of tea. Or, well, anything else on the menu. And enjoy the music (and the staff selected music). And... the company of the (occasionally, to varying degrees) helpful staff.

Comments

[royalpassport]

[ It is definitely why Jefferson hired him. Look at your boss, Cassian: he's a hot mess on two legs. But... at least he's a well-dressed mess? ]

I don't care about profits. It's really more the principle of the matter, this being a tea shop and all. [ He does, however, like the idea of Emma paying him more after the grief she's given him! So, that brings a little smile to his face, even as he totally misses the point on that remark about pettiness. ]

You think she's suffering? [ After all, EMMA'S THE PETTY ONE HERE. Jefferson waves off that thought with a dismissive hand. ] What if I upcharged the cocoa? Made it more expensive than the tea?

[ Yeah, so much for not caring about profit. ]

[ouzel]

[ A very well-dressed mess (but a mess, nonetheless). ]

I don't think anyone would stop considering this a 'tea shop', so I wouldn't worry too much about the principle.

[ These are Cassian's eyebrows, doing that extremely expressive thing. Way to go Jeff, ya missed the point. ]

Probably. Everyone is suffering on some level. [ And a scoff. ] Get a variety in the winter, upcharge on that. Leave the basic cocoa as it is.

[royalpassport]

[ He's watching Cassian's eyebrows go up, a little frown pulling at his lips because now he's feeling the judgment. But Jefferson's just going to shake his head as he steps back from the precipice of compromising on the cocoa. ]

Or I'll leave it off the menu entirely. There's not enough demand, just certain people being loud about it.

[ You MIGHT need reinforcements. ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian sighs, which is just the noise and not the full body experience of some; as it is, however, he is seconds away from asking if Jefferson even knows why he and Emma are so antagonistic towards each other, like it's making his brain hurt.

The age old question: why are you like this? ]

Alternatively: we poll people who are not those 'certain people being loud about it' and see what sort of result we end up with.

[royalpassport]

[ Jefferson inhales sharply through his nose, as if he's gearing up to protest the suggestion... but then he waves his hand. ]

All right. Fine. We'll poll people.