"I've never had new stuff before. Thank you Reynard!"
Tina has never looked happier than she does right now, in this moment. Clutching a jumper to her chest and grinning up at the Winter Spirit. She's uncharacteristically careful as she folds each item back up and tucks it back into the bag before setting the whole thing neatly on her bed, which is sloppily made.
She'll move to get the tea from her makeshift burner and that can't be safe really it's just a metal coil attached to what looks to be a huge car battery with the jumper cables clamped on to each side of it short circuiting the battery. Though she does unhook it once she's done. No sense in wasting what's left of the juice in the battery now that tea's made.
"Let me pour you a nice cup of tea and you just take a seat and relax." It won't be the best cup Reynard will ever have. For one, it's impossible to tell what kind of tea this is supposed to be and for another Tina's makeshift stovetop doesn't get quite hot enough for a proper boil and steep but she's done her best. The crumpets clearly have come from somewhere else. There's certainly no oven in this crate.
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on 2017-12-19 01:51 am (UTC)Tina has never looked happier than she does right now, in this moment. Clutching a jumper to her chest and grinning up at the Winter Spirit. She's uncharacteristically careful as she folds each item back up and tucks it back into the bag before setting the whole thing neatly on her bed, which is sloppily made.
She'll move to get the tea from her makeshift burner and that can't be safe really it's just a metal coil attached to what looks to be a huge car battery with the jumper cables clamped on to each side of it short circuiting the battery. Though she does unhook it once she's done. No sense in wasting what's left of the juice in the battery now that tea's made.
"Let me pour you a nice cup of tea and you just take a seat and relax." It won't be the best cup Reynard will ever have. For one, it's impossible to tell what kind of tea this is supposed to be and for another Tina's makeshift stovetop doesn't get quite hot enough for a proper boil and steep but she's done her best. The crumpets clearly have come from somewhere else. There's certainly no oven in this crate.