[ Beatrice hadn't been joking when she'd wanted to invite the horrid man who she'd seen accused of so much mayhem over for tea. The small house that she shared with Battler had been prepared--though in a magical sense and not just a physical sense. When John enters through the front door, he finds himself not in a simple living room but instead a strange sitting room where the windows look out over a garden of golden roses and golden butterflies flit from flower to flower amidst sunlight.
A strange goat-headed man in the uniform of a butler or footman greets the Emperor Undying with a bow and gestures that he be followed towards the table next to the windows where brilliant sunlight shines down upon the seated figure of the Golden Witch.
Beatrice stands as John approaches, half-curtsies. The table is laid with a tea service, complete with a teapot from which a curl of steam escapes. ]
Welcome! It's so nice to finally meet you in person.
[ Her voice is sweet, almost sickly in the cloying, welcoming sense of it. John may be dangerous, but Beatrice is equally confident in her own danger--even more so on what she now clearly considers her own turf.
Not that there's going to be any trouble, right? ]
sorry this took so long; tea for two
A strange goat-headed man in the uniform of a butler or footman greets the Emperor Undying with a bow and gestures that he be followed towards the table next to the windows where brilliant sunlight shines down upon the seated figure of the Golden Witch.
Beatrice stands as John approaches, half-curtsies. The table is laid with a tea service, complete with a teapot from which a curl of steam escapes. ]
Welcome! It's so nice to finally meet you in person.
[ Her voice is sweet, almost sickly in the cloying, welcoming sense of it. John may be dangerous, but Beatrice is equally confident in her own danger--even more so on what she now clearly considers her own turf.
Not that there's going to be any trouble, right? ]