closed psl.

[untodeath]

[ Word travels fast around the office. By the time Grell had returned from her shift to submit the appropriate paperwork, a secretary had already asked her if she'd been by to check on Mister Spears.

Now, she had known that he had been sent on an investigative mission with Ronald earlier that day, so she immediately assumed the worst. Demanding to know where to find them sent her bolting off to the lower levels. The new recruits were smart enough to dash out of the way - and some of them even directed her to the appropriate department; the optometrist's office, where she found William sulking in the lobby.

The poor man was without his glasses, but aside from a scuffed cheek and some healing bruises, appeared to be in one piece. It was his pride that seemed wounded, as the very air about him seemed heavy. ]

Oh, Will.

[ Heaving a sigh of relief, she sinks down into the chair beside him. Though knowing fully well that he won't like it, she won't be kept from fussing over him; reaching out to gingerly dash back some of his hair left mussed by his scuffle, while taking a good look at his wounds. ]

What did I tell you about taking care of your glasses, mm?

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[death_glare]

[ William raises an eyebrow at Grell stumbling over her words. The usage of 'eventually' is a bit odd, as well. He holds back on asking, for now, at least. ]

Perhaps if you put a bit more enthusiasm into learning, you would retain the information better. Unless you would rather me not spend the time to teach you.

[untodeath]

[ Well, somehow, Grell doesn't think that William would tolerate hearing much about her efforts during that time with 'Madam'. She's quite glad that he didn't press her further on it! ]

Oh! No, I want you to show me! Truly. [ Darn it, he won't be able to see the big, pleading eyes and clasped hands that she's giving him. Dropping them, she sighs. ]

[death_glare]

Then get the tea tin back out. We are going to use the correct amount, this time.

[ He may not be able to see her, but he's known her long enough to perfectly envision how she must be acting as she speaks. He just hopes she's actually retaining the information and not just swooning at him the entire time. ]

[untodeath]

[ Humming an enthusiastic affirmative, the redhead bounces over to retrieve the tin. Once popped open, she finds herself inhaling the tea's arouma. ]

Right! How much, then?

[death_glare]

[ Here is where he would show her precisely...if he could see. Though not able to see how much he's taking out, or if she's measuring out what he instructs is a bit difficult. ]

Ah. [ A pause. ] I believe you used double the amount you should have, the first time. Use half of what you measured out previously. I can show you more accurately when my vision isn't completely impaired.

[untodeath]

[ Grell's gaze lowers to the dried leaves with some dread. Those are very vague instructions for someone so hopeless as her...

But, she'll gather her confidence with a deep breath! Hopefully, she's right in remembering how much she'd used, last time. ]

Let's see... [ Setting the tin down to allow herself an unnecessary level of focus, she carefully picks out a small amount of the leaves, before sprinkling them into the rinsed pot. ]

I hope that's it.

[death_glare]

[ William picks up the pot, lifting it close to his face and squinting. He can at least see the color difference between the dark leaves and the clear glass. He promptly hands it back once he's made his assessment. ]

A few more and it should be good.

[untodeath]

[ Fingertips to her lips, she watches William with the most endeared little grin.

And, hey, she even got it pretty close! Such earns a sigh of relief. ]

Easy enough.

[ Accepting the teapot, she places it back on the counter to do just that. ]

Thank you, by the way. [ She sounds a bit shy about saying so. ] I haven't had anyone offer to walk me through it before.

[death_glare]

You can't be expected to live the next eternity without knowing how to make a proper cup of tea. Honestly.

[ Checking the pot's contents once more, he gives an approving nod. ]

Why you can't follow my instructions this well while one the job is beyond me.

[untodeath]

[ With an excited declaration beneath her breath, Grell clasps her hands at her chest! It's then that she can't resist giggling a bit at the other. ]

I might enjoy making you a bit mad, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't fancy taking care of you, as well~♥ [ Teasingly, she leans in closer to bump his shoulder fondly. ]

[death_glare]

[ Even though he's used to Grell getting into his personal space, it still startles him slightly when she suddenly bumps him. Perhaps a bit embarrassed that he jumped slightly, his hand subconsciously moves to adjust his frames...only to be reminded they aren't there. The mistake leaves him even more out of place. ]

I am only allowing this because my glasses are being repaired.

[untodeath]

Oh dear.

[ Grell nearly laughs, but pity wins out, as she reaches out to rub that very shoulder. It's some effort of comfort, at least - though he surely isn't looking for that.

Thankfully, the kettle builds up to a whistle not more than a moment later. The redhead's attention breaks in favor of fetching it off the stove! ]

[death_glare]

[ Relieved that the kettle interjected, William steps away from the stove to let Grell continue. Plus he'd rather there not be the potential of scalding water being dumped on him. He clears his throat, making to move the conversation back to tea making. ]

Since you have measured the tea leaves correctly, you should be good from here on.

[untodeath]

--Really?

[ A wise move, really. The move additionally leaves Grell with less room for distraction!

With the kettle in one hand, she takes up the teapot on her way to the sink - and hesitates a moment, before pouring. ]

I am meant to rinse the leaves, aren't I?

[death_glare]

Of course you are.

[ The good teacher that he is, William's tone sounds as though it should be obvious. ]

And discard that portion immediately. I don't want you accidentally serving that, instead.

[untodeath]

Oh, please, William.

[ Such is why Grell just pours it directly into the sink. Well, in truth, it's laziness. She doesn't see the need for an additional step, when this seems so much easier.

Once that's done, she sets the teapot back on the counter to fill properly this time. ]

How long would you let it set?

[death_glare]

You should work quickly. It only needs a few seconds.

[ Crossing over to Grell's opposite side, William pats around the counter until his hand finds the sugar bowl. Somehow, he manages to drop two cubes into his mug without missing. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell gasps, realizing the main benefactor to why her tea has been going so terribly wrong this entire time.....

Hastily, she fills William's cup first, while he fetches the sugar. He's obviously got finer taste when it comes to proper tea, so she figures it better to serve his promptly!! ]

I'd thought that wretched book meant to allow the leaves to settle for a few seconds after rising... Goodness....

[death_glare]

You've been reading books on this?

[ He sounds genuinely interested that Grell was seeking to learn something regarding cooking. Though he still feels horrible for whomever was stuck being her neighbor. He has zero doubt that any practice would end in smoke filling the room. ]

[untodeath]

Well. A book. I'd been fairly pressed to learn...

[ She could lie about it, given his genuine interest, but that simply isn't her style.

In any case, she's looking at two cups of (theoretically) perfect tea that she's made herself! She takes a moment to clasp her hands with excitement, before going about adding her own sugar. ] ]

[death_glare]

What was so important for you to rush into learning?

[ He can't imagine. It isn't as though they have parties to host or family affairs to tend to, in this second life. He brings the new cup of tea to his mouth. It already has a more appealing scent to it and he takes care sipping as it's still very hot. The pleased hum that comes afterward should let Grell know just how well she's done. ]

[untodeath]

[ A sigh. Well, awkward though it may seem for her, William is unlikely to care. Might as well.

Though she might be stirring her tea a little too loudly, while muttering her answer. ]

I'd needed to pose as a butler.

[death_glare]

Ah. That incident.

[ There's slight irritation in his voice, presumably from recalling what he had to do to keep Grell from being expelled entirely. He's never brought up how much trouble he'd been in with upper management, or what he went through to keep her in Collections. ]

[untodeath]

[ Humming something of an affirmative, Grell peeks over the rim of her cup at him to gauge just how irritated he might be. That tone isn't unusual for him, but...

Taking a sip, she has to pull her mug back to take a second look at it. A hand to her lips, she swallows. ]

--I really did it...

[death_glare]

[ Mid second sip, William sets his own mug down. ]

Yes. It came out surprisingly good, this time. Thankfully.

[ What's also surprising is how long they've gone without Grell loudly proclaiming her love for him and throwing herself into his arms, or him, in turn, inflicting some form of physical pain upon her. It's a welcome change. Content, he returns the mug to his mouth. ]