[OTA] Space dementia in your eyes.

[semper-serviam.livejournal.com]

New Year's Day was the same every year, really. For one night everyone seemed to have forgotten their limits when it came to drinking the night before and the Castle stirred late in the morning, groggy and hung over.

Where the Spades' butler might have busied himself cleaning up after some of last night's drunken debauchery, Iollan ventured out of the confines of the Spades' kitchen to replenish empty jugs of water and bring more alka seltzer to some of the Castle's residents.

He'd no doubt be in the kitchen as well should those hangover-induced pangs of hunger bring some people down there before lunch.

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[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

Hah. Of course. Silly to ask, even. Not one drop for a Chives, no matter how old. She took a big bite of the sandwich to keep from saying the wrong thing- which of course was just when he asked.

At least this shaking of her head wasn't frantic. Just a little less subdued than the average person.

[semper-serviam.livejournal.com]

"Very well, m'lady." He would leave her to eat her sandwich in peace, then. After all he was Not Completely Oblivious to the fact that she was somewhat... tense, around him. Or at least, not at ease.

"Please excuse me." There was a Castle's lunch to see to. He'd continue to stay in the kitchen, staying almost within arm's reach should she need him.

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

It's sometimes nice and sometimes uncomfortable that he's observant. Certainly there had been times she'd stood beside Declán under his gaze and squirmed internally.

She was polite enough this time not to let her relief show, she thought. And even to settle in a corner to finish her sandwich as she watched the clockwork movements of the kitchen staff.