Voice Post//The Palace//Action

[treadingdawn]

[The sound of gentle music and the voices of fashionably cultured people maintain a balance of warm springtime harmony, until...]

This drink, I like it. Another!

[SMASH: the sound of something delicate, either glass or porcelain, shattering on the ground, because Caspian just threw it down there.]

ooc: Sob I had to. Action would be in the gardens of the Palace Versailles backdated to late afternoon! Replies may come from forthathorizon |D

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[totallyinaband]

[Yes, the palace servant Stephane is serving this casual garden party. And now he is going to have to clean up this mess.

Sometimes, he really hates his job.]

Right away, Monsieur.

Action

[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

[Wait wait, don't go yet. The visiting Spanish noble has a special request.]

Bring sugars and creams with you, not the crystal white or the milky ivory varieties respectively. I shall have brown like the gloss of honey and a cream whose lightness suggests it was flogged by only the most experienced of quartermasters.

[totallyinaband]

[It is taking all of Stephane's extensive servant training not to make any kind of exasperated expression at him.]

Brown sugar and light cream? Right away.

[ooc: Oh God, he's on of those guys who'd order a non-fat, no foam, extra hot two-shot latte with one raw sugar and two pumps of vanilla, isn't he? :-D /former barista]

[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

Wait, leave not my company so quickly, young man. [Caspian's younger than Stephane oops.] I tire of these sweets--no I misspeak. These sweets are indeed palatable but I yearn for...

[Thinking thinking thinking, and the music swells just as Caspian begins a speech on:]

The sweets of a faraway land, a pastry spun into slender bends and fried to perfection, coated in only the finest sugar, the purest cinnamon, served with a saucer of thick cream. The churro. Do you know what a churro is?

[ooc: HAHAHA SOB barista torture is totally what I had in mind yes.]

[thenormalsquint]

Be careful. One will soon find himself without vessels to carry another if he continues.

[Says the lady behind him who doesn't really care about anything more than trolling the other nobles.]

[totallyinaband]

[Okay, if Stephane hadn't met about fifty million aristocrats in his day and known they were all self-centred babies, he'd be sure this guy was winding him up. Instead, he knows this guy just clearly thinks he has some kind of magical servant power that he can use to produce food out of nowhere.]

It's not something I am familiar with, no. I could ask the chef if it is something he can put together.

[ooc: /shakes fist! I had to put up with dicks like that at 7 in the morning for almost a year of my life...]

[wandbreaker]

You do know that those aren't free, right?

[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

[Now Stephane is getting a look from Caspian that pretty much says...no actually Caspian will just come out and say it.]

Then you haven't lived, young man. [Siiiiiigh.] Very well, that will do. You may leave.

[ooc: Awww I feel sorry for the baristas that had to work the recent frap happy hour event!]

[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

[Without missing a beat.]

No palace can call itself such if it has not enough wares to share with its guests at all times.

[He looks around to the source of the voice, flashing a smile.]

[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

And the price?

[wandbreaker]

You might want to ask one of the servants.

[thenormalsquint]

To share, yes. To destroy, I cannot believe so.

[She returns the smile along with a polite curtsy.]

Is this a common activity where you're from?

[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

[Caspian stands to return the curtsy with a handsome bow. He doesn't reclaim his seat and won't until the lady in his company claims one for herself first, even if it is his own chair. It is the gentleman's way.]

I confess it pleases me you ask. There are habits and then there are traditions of which this is the latter. [Then a more regal bow.] Caspian X, my lady.

[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

I should ask our host.

[wandbreaker]

...have you broken more than one?

[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

...I couldn't call myself a Telmarine if it'd been only one.

[wandbreaker]

Honestly, Caspian.

Well, I suppose it's only French porcelain.

[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

And they shall receive a superior replacement after I've taken my leave.

[wandbreaker]

Make sure you describe it just so.

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[adamantined]

[Well she's not cursed, but still -]

Why am I not surprised?

[thenormalsquint]

Then it would serve me well to remember this when I go on my future travels. Wouldn't want to look like a fool among strangers.

Angela Montenegro. [This time she doesn't curtsy again. She's over these pretenses and that much is obvious as she picks out a nearby chair and plops down in it without any of the ceremonies that the nobles are known for.] Do call me Ange. Angela sounds far too haughty for my liking.

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[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

Then you must be from foreign lands too.

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[adamantined]

All the way across the sea. What are you drinking?

[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

Lady Montenegro, I doubt you've any worry for looking the fool.

[It's not all prissy fop talk either. Only a fool would think a lady such as Angela could look foolish doing anything. Foolish manners are another thing entirely as they say beauty without grace is a hook without bait.]

Ange? You give me leave to call you familiar?

[For Caspian it's an extremely friendly gesture, a privilege even.]

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[forthathorizon.livejournal.com]

A very curious recipe for coffee, hardly the dark bitter but eyeopening fare one takes on a morning ride to warm the spirit.