Happy Hour

[lady_bols]

Alex had only intended to come down for a pot of tea and a plate of Garibaldis.  Maybe a book or three.  Instead, she's greeted with a napkin.  'I'm sorry, you want me to what?'  

Another napkin appears, this time, with a strange glyph that implies maternal concern.  'I'm not turning into a hermit.   I just -- it's been a difficult few weeks.'  To say the least.

Another napkin appears, this time, invoking the tried and true: Guilt.  

'Oh all right.  If it's only for a few hours, I suppose I can manage without mucking it up too terribly.  You go on and have a nice nap.  I'll mind the shop.' Another napkin implies gratitude and indicates where the specials board is.

'Right, then.'  Alex looks a little lost as she slips behind the bar.  First things first, an apron.  And then a white cotton towel to drape over her shoulder like a proper barman.  Taking up the chalk and board, she thinks for a long moment and then writes out in a careful, flowing hand:

Specials

Red or White Wine
by the glass or carafe

Boddington's Ale

Scotch whiskey

Pot of Tea or Coffee

She makes herself a pot of tea, and sends one of the rats off for her biscuits.  'Happy hour is up, you wretched hive of scum and villainy.'

It's said with all due affection. 

[ooc: Happy hour is up!  I'm in and out because I'm doing laundry, and I may decamp to a coffee shop later, but have at!  I have to call slow for a bit.  Back later.  Enjoy! Thread hop! Do what you do best, M'ways.  <3]

Comments

[balancingminds]

"That sounds like a good use of genetics. I'm glad to know that ends up happening."

[lady_bols]

She nods, looking down for a moment, and then looking back up, her eyes narrowing a bit.

'Do you teach?'

[balancingminds]

"Not at the moment but when I was working on my dissertation at Oxford, I did. Its something I enjoy,"

And that he plans on finding ways to keep doing since the world needs to learn about mutants.

[lady_bols]

'You strike me as someone who would do well at it.'

Her thoughts skim over the time she's spent writing texts for the police academy, and the now-abandoned plans to go back and teach there someday.

'You were at Oxford? So was I.' A tiny smile at the point of commonality. 'Though I suppose it was much different when you were there. The colleges accept both men and women, now.'

[balancingminds]

"Thank you, one of my sister's nicknames for me is professor. I was and it was a good place for me. That's good to know as its something that's been pushed for over the decades and needed to happen,"

He approves of the women's movement and civil rights since they provide lessons for how mutants might have trouble and success.

[lady_bols]

'And surprisingly, it didn't destroy the whole of English culture, much to some old men's dismay.'

She grins.

'Well, I'd better get back to it. Let me know if you need anything else, Professor?'

It seems a fitting nickname.

[balancingminds]

"I will, thank you."