Drabble-ish: Afternoon Tea Party
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trinitydayTitle: Afternoon Tea Party
Fandom: PotC
Characters: Weatherby Swann, Elizabeth, Will
Word Count: 200
Written for: Last week's challenge at BPS, with inspiration from mpstigers.
“Will, it’s just pretend! You needn’t be so worried!”
Indeed, Young Turner seemed concerned, peppering Elizabeth with questions on how to pour the tea. Weatherby would have preferred it had Elizabeth chose to play hostess, but at least her instructions were correct.
“But Miss Swann,” he protested. “It’s real tea. And real china!”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “But it’s a fake tea party.”
Laughing a little at his daughter’s logic, Weatherby admitted to himself that it was nice to see his daughter act like a proper young girl for once. Hopefully she had finally gotten over her obsession with pirates. He might have preferred it if she had chosen herself a more suitable playmate than the blacksmith’s apprentice, but he would take any progress.
Content for once with his daughter’s sense of propriety, Weatherby went indoors and missed the next part.
“Then Miss Swann, shouldn’t we play with pretend china as well?” Will protested futilely.
“Arr, don’t call me Miss Swann, for I am Calico Liz, the dread pirate, and I’m here to plunder your tea party and make off with your china!” Pulling out an imaginary sword, Elizabeth started plundering.
The preliminary now complete, the game started in earnest.
Fandom: PotC
Characters: Weatherby Swann, Elizabeth, Will
Word Count: 200
Written for: Last week's challenge at BPS, with inspiration from mpstigers.
“Will, it’s just pretend! You needn’t be so worried!”
Indeed, Young Turner seemed concerned, peppering Elizabeth with questions on how to pour the tea. Weatherby would have preferred it had Elizabeth chose to play hostess, but at least her instructions were correct.
“But Miss Swann,” he protested. “It’s real tea. And real china!”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “But it’s a fake tea party.”
Laughing a little at his daughter’s logic, Weatherby admitted to himself that it was nice to see his daughter act like a proper young girl for once. Hopefully she had finally gotten over her obsession with pirates. He might have preferred it if she had chosen herself a more suitable playmate than the blacksmith’s apprentice, but he would take any progress.
Content for once with his daughter’s sense of propriety, Weatherby went indoors and missed the next part.
“Then Miss Swann, shouldn’t we play with pretend china as well?” Will protested futilely.
“Arr, don’t call me Miss Swann, for I am Calico Liz, the dread pirate, and I’m here to plunder your tea party and make off with your china!” Pulling out an imaginary sword, Elizabeth started plundering.
The preliminary now complete, the game started in earnest.