@thcrned liked for a starter
the heavy doors open on their own to him, and the light from the world above casts an intimidating shadow as he approaches. despite his reputation, arthur has quickly proven himself to be fair company under the circumstances, and he comes bearing the olive branch that is his porcelain tea set atop a brass tray. when the others are assigned the duties of caring for the prisoner, they usually carry with them a plastic tray with the same bland food and drink. but arthur?
he sets down the tray with a pleased smile. from the smell, it’s rose tea with plenty of sugar already added. pastries are positioned around the pot for presentation unnecessary but appreciated, and two plates of what can only be homemade atlesian food are at opposite corners. arthur looks to summer with a smile.
“congac shrimp with beurre blanc,” he says, with a perfect accent no less, lifting one of the plates and placing it where summer can reach. “and sweetened rose tea. perhaps if you’re craving it, i could fetch a bottle of wine to pair with it as well.” he leans back in his seat and takes his own plate. “how are we today, miss rose?”
