The amount of time Kell spends lost in thought with a deep frown on his face, not because he's particularly annoyed by anything, just concentrating on a problem, itself lends to his reputation as an incurable grump. A reputation he's completely fine with. It means people are less likely to interrupt him whenever he's on lectures or in the library. It even adds to his mysterious aura whenever he is in the teashop. The same mysterious aura that draws some of their most loyal customers.
He's doesn't even know how much his demeanour changes when he is interested in someone for a change. Rhy always said he has different faces for different people, and it couldn't have been more true that it's now. If only indicated by the ease with which he smiles, as compared to practically any other situation whenever he's in a room with a complete stranger.
"Sure we do," he replies with a smile.
Kell ducks in the back for brief moment, coming with a wicker basket lined and covered with a cloth, and a small plate. He picks up a pair of thongs from behind the counter and brings it all with him to set on the table.
"We get all our pastry from the bakery down the street, but not the cookies. Cookies are our own."
He explains while he sets a plate for her, uncovers the basket and places two cookies on it. Well, to be honest those are not his, but Mildred's. She would never have let him near an oven.
Once he's done he moves to the opposite side of the table and pulls out a chair for himself.
"So, about names. I'm Kell."
He brought his own cup with him too. It's not one of Mildred's fancy ones, all in delicate, white porcelain. No, his is sturdy ceramic, dark brown with one red stripe around its edge, tall and narrow. One of his first purchases from Nocwich. The spell weaved around it keeps the beverage inside just the right temperature. He could have used an Abraxan one. The spells for that purpose are common and childishly easy to learn. Even people with little talent know them. But this is his cup, so it is his magic.
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He's doesn't even know how much his demeanour changes when he is interested in someone for a change. Rhy always said he has different faces for different people, and it couldn't have been more true that it's now. If only indicated by the ease with which he smiles, as compared to practically any other situation whenever he's in a room with a complete stranger.
"Sure we do," he replies with a smile.
Kell ducks in the back for brief moment, coming with a wicker basket lined and covered with a cloth, and a small plate. He picks up a pair of thongs from behind the counter and brings it all with him to set on the table.
"We get all our pastry from the bakery down the street, but not the cookies. Cookies are our own."
He explains while he sets a plate for her, uncovers the basket and places two cookies on it. Well, to be honest those are not his, but Mildred's. She would never have let him near an oven.
Once he's done he moves to the opposite side of the table and pulls out a chair for himself.
"So, about names. I'm Kell."
He brought his own cup with him too. It's not one of Mildred's fancy ones, all in delicate, white porcelain. No, his is sturdy ceramic, dark brown with one red stripe around its edge, tall and narrow. One of his first purchases from Nocwich. The spell weaved around it keeps the beverage inside just the right temperature. He could have used an Abraxan one. The spells for that purpose are common and childishly easy to learn. Even people with little talent know them. But this is his cup, so it is his magic.