He's not wrong though, she'll agree with him on that. Still, despite its fleeting nature, peace was something to strive for. Something to work toward. She opens her mouth to say as much, to reiterate her point, but the kettle begins to whistle and she's startled by the sound. Quickly her attention turns back to the stove as she hurriedly takes the kettle off the heat, carefully pouring the boiling water into the teapot. Once it's all settled she's setting it back on the stove (on a cool burner mind you), cautiously stepping off the chair and taking the teapot with her. Her goal is the table where the muffins and tea cups have been set out - thankfully she manages to reach it without any mishaps.]
That's life though, is it not? Nothing lasts forever - that's what makes the time we share with others so precious, even if it'll be forgotten. The moment something becomes capable of being lost the more it is to be treasured.
[But that's enough moody philosophy for the moment. The last thing she wants is to fall into a fight with him again. So, she waves him over, urging him to take a seat at the table where she's set a muffin out for him.]
Come now, sit, enjoy your muffin while the warmth still lingers. I promise you will. The tea will be ready in a minute.
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He's not wrong though, she'll agree with him on that. Still, despite its fleeting nature, peace was something to strive for. Something to work toward. She opens her mouth to say as much, to reiterate her point, but the kettle begins to whistle and she's startled by the sound. Quickly her attention turns back to the stove as she hurriedly takes the kettle off the heat, carefully pouring the boiling water into the teapot. Once it's all settled she's setting it back on the stove (on a cool burner mind you), cautiously stepping off the chair and taking the teapot with her. Her goal is the table where the muffins and tea cups have been set out - thankfully she manages to reach it without any mishaps.]
That's life though, is it not? Nothing lasts forever - that's what makes the time we share with others so precious, even if it'll be forgotten. The moment something becomes capable of being lost the more it is to be treasured.
[But that's enough moody philosophy for the moment. The last thing she wants is to fall into a fight with him again. So, she waves him over, urging him to take a seat at the table where she's set a muffin out for him.]
Come now, sit, enjoy your muffin while the warmth still lingers. I promise you will. The tea will be ready in a minute.