Maeve
He's still closed off and Maeve isn't surprised to see it. Still, she tries her best to put her best foot forward with him. Maeve heads deeper into the living space. The layout similar yet different from her previous apartment. There is no bed, but instead a proper kitchen, living area, and a dining table. A hallway shoots off the main room, likely leading towards the bedroom and bathroom, both tucked out of sight. Maeve drifts into the kitchen, putting on a kettle for herself and finding a new bottle of rum for the governor, snagging a glass for the man.
"Uh, yeah... I have some news and some ideas." She says softly, getting a tray together for the tea as she waits for the water to heat up, "Please sit down." Maeve motions to the couch near the fireplace, inviting him to get comfortable despite the way he's still wound so tight and she hopes that what she has to tell to him doesn't add to that. It's the last thing she wants.
The kettle starts to whistle and Maeve quickly kills the heat, filling the teapot, adding the leaves so they can steep. Rum and accompanying glass are placed on the tray as well before she's heading over to join him, settling on the opposite end of the couch, "Would you like rum or tea?"
"Uh, yeah... I have some news and some ideas." She says softly, getting a tray together for the tea as she waits for the water to heat up, "Please sit down." Maeve motions to the couch near the fireplace, inviting him to get comfortable despite the way he's still wound so tight and she hopes that what she has to tell to him doesn't add to that. It's the last thing she wants.
The kettle starts to whistle and Maeve quickly kills the heat, filling the teapot, adding the leaves so they can steep. Rum and accompanying glass are placed on the tray as well before she's heading over to join him, settling on the opposite end of the couch, "Would you like rum or tea?"
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
