@beyondtheteashop

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Dice snorted, reaching for one of the tea containers, absent mindedly. “Orders? Cant say we’ve had the same experiences then. I don’t think our mouse knows the first thing about obeying anyone,” he said with an amused smile. He started to fill an infuser for the tea, glancing back at the Hatter. “It was a bit of sarcasm, sorry. Pretty sure no one’s still working for that old bat. Not good humor of me, considering.” He shrugged, dropping the infuser in a cup and reaching for the teapot. “The caterpillar is fine enough on. He might actually be around here somewhere; he’s so quiet it’s hard to tell. But if you want a ‘lovely’ cat, I hope you’re just talking looks because the personalities of the one’s here...” He shrugged again, grinning at the self inflicted insult. 

“Shit, was this event he kind you wanted,” he said after a moment, staring down at the cup he was making. 

@beyondtheteashop

“Spoken like a Hatter, I think.” He walked over to the stakes of teas, picking them up and inspecting them. Wondering just which one he might want to drink. “Hmm… I don’t know that any of them invited me. Mally sounds familiar, but we haven’t talked in a long time.”

“Ah, Tare will like you,” he said under his breath, poking at the kettle with impatience. Sometimes he did miss home, if only for the convenience the usual nature of the place had. Waiting was so dull. “Some might consider you lucky for that. Mice have a way of getting under the skin, sometimes.” He didn’t honestly mind the female mouse as much as her male counterpart, but as a cat it only felt right to tease. “We also have a rabbit bopping about, another cat too, and the caterpillar. And that’s just our set. Whomever brought you here, its fine. As long as you’re not here for the bloody Queen, you’re welcomed.”

@beyondtheteashop

He stirred the pot a few times with one hand, reaching up to the cabinets above with the other, rooting around between the neatly stacked tins. “You sound a bit like our little tea party trio. I swear they think they have to have tea every five minutes…” He trailed off, pulling tins down the the counter. “They’d like you. Though one of them might have been who invited you actually.” Dice spared the other man a curious look. He didn’t outright ask, but he paused long enough for the other to chime in if he wished. 

His eyes lit up when he saw the tins of tea. A perfect cupboard of teas that he could easily look into and find something to drink, if he so wished. “I would love to have tea that often. It is a vital part of the day, after all.” He looked over the tins he’d pulled down, pointing one out and grinning. “That depends. Who’s in the tea party trio? That might tell me if any of them invited me.” He still wasn’t sure if he was even anywhere he knew.

“Spoken like an Underlander, honestly,” Dice said with a chuckle, turning to pop the kettle on. He shot the other man a wry smile. “The Hatter, the Hare and the Dormouse. By title, at least. Tare, Kerry, and Mally, we call them. If it’s not them, we’ve got more running around this place.”

Damian Lewis

@beyondtheteashop

He stirred the pot a few times with one hand, reaching up to the cabinets above with the other, rooting around between the neatly stacked tins. “You sound a bit like our little tea party trio. I swear they think they have to have tea every five minutes...” He trailed off, pulling tins down the the counter. “They’d like you. Though one of them might have been who invited you actually.” Dice spared the other man a curious look. He didn’t outright ask, but he paused long enough for the other to chime in if he wished. 

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@beyondtheteashop

“I wouldn’t be surprised, honestly,” he muttered, reaching back for the pots on the stove. He kept checking on the other man out of the corner of his eye, most of his focus returning to cooking. “I wouldn’t have invited you to stay if I didn’t want you to. Want something to drink while you wait? Dinner won’t be for a while and we have pretty much every kind of tea you can think of.”

“You’re joking. That would be like my name being Dinah ‘Dice’ Cat. Wouldn’t that get confusing with there being other caterpillars around? The species, not your family.” 

@beyondtheteashop

“I have to keep some of it vegetarian, at least. Can’t have half the house starve,” Dice reasoned, taking a half step back to let the man look around as he pleased. It was mostly a mess of rice and vegetables in the pots, a spicy reduction still bubbling away in the back. “A few I wouldn’t mind making fend for themselves, but one…well, I’d feel bad making her cook. She’d a bit terrible at it. Not that I would ever say such a thing.”

“Half the house, really? There’s that many vegetarians that live here?” He looked around, as if he could see them all of a sudden. But they still weren’t there; it was just the two of them in the room. “Well, I’ll try not to intrude for long. I don’t want to make your work harder on you. It would be unfair of me.”

“Surprisingly, yes. I’d swear some of them are doing it just to gang up on the rest of us, but...” He laughed and shrugged ruefully, resting against the counter. Dice watched the other man look around, shaking his head slightly. “You don’t have to run off just because of that. Don’t let me fool you; I just really like to complain. Besides, mostly everyone’s out today. Can’t deny the company.”

@beyondtheteashop

“And then I’d get complaints about the lack of variety. And I’d have to make sure half of it was vegetarian. And they’d probably make me heat it up anyway,” he rattled off, laughing. “Nice idea, but probably more trouble than it’s worth.”

“That sounds like a whole lot of work. Do you have to make all your meals vegetarian? Or do you make the vegetarian cook for himself?” He laughs, stepping forward to look in the pots around the stove. “I guess you’ll just have to keep cooking then.”

“I have to keep some of it vegetarian, at least. Can’t have half the house starve,” Dice reasoned, taking a half step back to let the man look around as he pleased. It was mostly a mess of rice and vegetables in the pots, a spicy reduction still bubbling away in the back. “A few I wouldn’t mind making fend for themselves, but one...well, I’d feel bad making her cook. She’d a bit terrible at it. Not that I would ever say such a thing.”

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Damian Lewis

@beyondtheteashop

“I’m not a fan of it myself. But if I left it up to everyone else in the house we’d be living off nothing but tea, biscuits and the occasional cube of cheese. If you can’t cook, you’ll fit right in around here.”

“It sounds like it’s a good thing you can cook. Maybe next time you’re out you should pick up things like frozen pizza, so you don’t have to do it as often?”

“And then I’d get complaints about the lack of variety. And I’d have to make sure half of it was vegetarian. And they’d probably make me heat it up anyway,” he rattled off, laughing. “Nice idea, but probably more trouble than it’s worth.”

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“I hope you mean an Underland kind of mouse and not that we have rodents running around the place.” Dice’s nose wrinkled in disgust even as he chuckled under his breath. “I think I can take the caterpillar, if it came down to it. I’m just looking to postpone the yelling, anyway.”

“Yes, I was going to give the guitarist cutie singing lessons. None of your business about that.” He tilted his head with hands on his hips. “Where are the pants. Is there anything else I have to fix so you don’t get in trouble?” He tensed his shoulders in a snarky shrug.

“And does the poor, little Mallymkun know what designs you have on him?” His eyebrows rose rapidly, face splitting into a smirk. His business or not, Dice did like to keep up on the gossip surrounding the band. It made it easier to keep up when the girls nattered about it. He reached around to grab at the ripped cloth, but didn’t offer it to the Hatter. “I never said there was anything else. Honestly, if you don’t want to do it, then don’t.”

@beyondtheteashop

“No, no. I’m sure someone around here would have my head if I ran off an invited guest. Stick around, just don’t expect to be impressed with my culinary skills.”

“They’ve got to be better than my skills in the kitchen. I don’t like cooking, so I avoid it as much as I can.”

“I’m not a fan of it myself. But if I left it up to everyone else in the house we’d be living off nothing but tea, biscuits and the occasional cube of cheese. If you can’t cook, you’ll fit right in around here.”

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