#and jervis tetch

[melancholicquill]

[dontwastethetea]

A gathering of Hatters

Jervis idles in his teashop, again, leaning on the counter and eagerly awaiting the noontime rush. Morning has dwindled to all but a halt, and the blonde really does get rather bored when no one's coming and going. He could make himself a cup of tea, but...

Well, really... he does try to avoid that. Drinking his profits away is a habit he'd really rather not get into.

Ah, but today was a special one! He got sleep - for the first time in an age, it felt like, though the circumstances of the nap remain hazy. (Many things do, however - this isn't particularly troublesome.) - And, as luck would have it, a little birdy told him that his dear other self had, in fact, received the invitation to come and visit the shop!

Whether or not it would be honoured... oh, but he did hope so. He and himself had rather a lot to chat about.