The Legends Still Live On

Bogen Neunzehn-komma-ein: Extras Fünf und Sechs

Kapitel Vier: Tee-Verkostungspartei

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Meanwhile with the British folks of Saint Gloriana, they were up to things that could be considered absolutely normal for them. That is, they were having a tea-tasting party within their typical blue school uniforms. It was mainly the ladies that were serving tea as the gentlemen tasted it and took guesses as to what blend the tea was.

At the moment, it was Arthur's turn as he took a seat at a small table. He closed his eyes before he lifted up his cup of boiling hot tea from its saucer and took a leisurely sip of it. He then set it down and grew a look of thought mixed with his usual calmness. "Let's see now…" he mused as he mentally deciphered the tea's properties. "From the aroma and its flavor…" He then opened his eyes as he turned his gaze to Darjeeling, who remained as calm as she always did to not give any hints. But Arthur had a look in his eyes saying he already figured out the tea blend. "Would this blend so happen to be Darjeeling, Darjeeling?"

"I'm humored by your words," Darjeeling retorted with an amused grin. She then nodded. "But yes, you are correct with your assumption." She and the other Brits were standing around the table at a polite distance as they observed or prepared to fulfill their parts. One such person was Orange Pekoe, who currently held a serving plate with another cup of hot tea on it.

"Jolly good!" Arthur briefly pumped a fist in celebration. He then quickly reverted back to his calm, polite self as he let his eyes go closed in preparation for the next tea tasting.

Dennis took the previous tea and saucer set off the table and away. Immediately after he left the table's area, Orange Pekoe came forth with her serving plate. "Now here's the next one," she politely notified as she set the teacup and saucer down on the table.

She was about to step back so as to remain out of the way, but Arthur gently took hold of one of her hands and stopped her. He sniffed around the hand he was holding, as if trying to identify it.

"Uh… Sir Arthur?" Orange Pekoe asked with some confused timidity, as evidenced by her raising one eyebrow and growing a bit of a blush at the contact.

"From this fragrance and touch…" Arthur began as he kept his eyes closed. He then smoothly maneuvered out of his seat to stand and held the British ginger's hand while he guided his other hand to her lower back. He then opened his eyes to observe his position. "Perhaps it is the day's special of Orange Pekoe?"

While any other girl would easily be entranced by Arthur's acting, Orange Pekoe was not of the same ilk. As she stood in Arthur's embrace, she had a relatively blank look, obviously from her being so used to the blonde Englishman's unique way of interacting with her that it simply had no effect on her.

"You're finished," Assam said in a deadpan manner. "Move aside."

"Haven't you had enough yet, you damn English boy?" Douglas also deadpanned. All of the others excluding Darjeeling also knew of Arthur's habits and were similarly annoyed with him.

Darjeeling, however, just held a smile as if she was blissfully ignorant to what was going on. She was currently at one of the other nearby small tables mixing up another cup of tea.

"Alright, alright, I'll move," Arthur relented as he released Orange Pekoe and backed away from the table.

"Good, because it's my turn now," Douglas replied while he took a seat at the table, specifically the same seat. There was only one chair at the table, hence the usage of it again.

"First serving's ready!" Darjeeling notified as she walked back to the table with another teacup and saucer in hand. The tea was still freshly hot.

"Ah, my thanks," the Scotsman thanked the Englishwoman as she set the tea down. Douglas closed his eyes and then lifted the cup up to his lips and knocked it back as if it were a glass of scotch or whiskey. He finished the whole cup in a snap, and he set the cup down and grew a calm look of thought as he observed the taste of the tea. "Hmm… The taste is very rich and quite mellow…" he mused. He soon widened his eyes and started again with a louder voice. "Oi, wait a focken' minute! Is this green tea, of all damned things?! There's no way that this be black tea unless it were brewed by a Beelzebub!"

"Oh, what a wonderful display of Scottish unrest! Brilliant!" Darjeeling applauded the scene of Douglas' Scottish rage coming out. She was the only one who actually enjoyed the display. The others were holding blank looks at the sight of Darjeeling being Darjeeling. There was no doubt in their minds that she intended something like this to take place solely to piss off the Scotsman and hear the funny-to-her sound of him being angry.

Dennis was forcing himself to remain calm after hearing Darjeeling's words. Why he was doing that was because of both his and Douglas' natural tendency as people from Northern Ireland and Scotland to hate England, and Darjeeling just added another reason on the long list of reasons for why the Northern Irishman and Scotsman hate their English comrades so much. 'Douglas already snapped, but that doesn't mean I have to give in yet,' Dennis thought. 'I'll join him when it's time to destroy the bloody English.'

In other words, it was just a normal day for the British aboard the HMS Ark Royal.

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Part of Projekt Jägermeistern.

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