no i dont ship the captain and lieutenant/major havers from the hit british sitcom ghosts, who do you think i am?
*hides carpe diem bookmark in my ww2 book, hides 2 sketchbooks dedicated to them, hides digital art, hides my mallard crochet duck that i named anthony p havers, hides my likes/favourites on tiktok, hides my pinterest board on the six idiots that is mostly them, hides my poetry about love that subtly hints to them*
Raymond shot you an unimpressed gaze over the top of his glasses.
“The sooner you do, the sooner we can get you a hot cuppa,” He added.
“I’d prefer scotch.”
“We can do that.”
“I’m not coming in. What makes you think I need something hot?”
“You’re shivering.”
You pointedly tightened your coat around yourself, averting your gaze. It was another moment before Raymond stepped out into the cold with you, stopping in front of you and catching your eye.
“Come in,” He urged softly, “Have a drink. We don’t even have to talk.”
You pursed your lips before you gave a reluctant nod. Raymond led the way to the door, holding it open for you. You stepped into Lore of the Land and puffed your cheeks out as warmth washed over you.
“One tea and one scotch, please, Bobby,” Raymond requested, stepping up to the bar. You lingered a couple of steps behind, unsure of what to do with yourself. Your previous visits to the bar had always been nerve-wracking, but since your boss called a truce with Mickey Pearson, you and Raymond were still working on edging your way out of a contentious limbo. You didn’t know how to act around him now that you were on the same side.
Raymond took up the drinks and turned, nodding you toward a table. You went obligingly, sitting and muttering your thanks. You lifted the scotch to your lips and took a sip. You sighed contentedly, feeling some of your chill and tension melt.
“Good?” Raymond asked. You nodded a little as you flexed your bare, frigid fingers. You could feel Raymond watching you closely, but you didn't dare meet his eye. “Give me your hands.”
Your brow furrowed at the order, but you held your hands out obligingly. Your stomach twisted as he took hold of them, pressing them around his mug of tea. You sucked in a soft, surprised breath at the warmth of his hands around yours, against the heat of the mug.
“Better?” He plied. You gave another slow, almost grudging nod. It pained you to say this, but—
“Thank you.”
It was quiet, and a little nervous as it left you. Raymond just let out a reassuring little hum—and then chased it with a chastisement of:
Virginia Haze, co-author of The Psilocybin Mushroom Cookbook and one of the two admins behind the The Psilocybin Mushroom Bible Instagram account, suggests brewing the ‘shrooms with an herbal tea that can fight nausea. “[M]ushrooms can unsettle the stomach, so, lemon and ginger, or even mint, can be great choices,” Haze wrote to MERRY JANE in an email. “However, we're British, so if you want to extract your psilocybin into a cup of builder's with full-fat milk and three sugars, we aren't going to stop you.”
The most British thing I’ve read to date. C/O https://www.google.ca/amp/s/merryjane.com/amp/here-are-a-couple-of-ways-to-make-magic-mushroom-tea
Psilocybin mushrooms may follow marijuana’s path toward legalization. For those of you lucky enough to live somewhere where ‘shrooms are dec