Hello dear Inkdrops, I am jumping forward a bit now as, let's be honest, hardly anybody cares what exactly they ate (I don't really anyway). I know this is a really really slow burn but if I look at the series, they are hardly any better. I mean they need 3 1/2 seasons! ;)
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13th of May 1803

The Rondo

William Adama

If he was really honest, Bill did not really remember much about the second part of the dinner. Sure, he made smalltalk with Mrs Agathon and sure, it was definitely pleasant, but that was about all. The rest was overshadowed, or, he thought, the better word was outshone, by a pair of incredible grey-green eyes and a smile that could melt ice with its warmth. He had sneaked more than just one look at her and somehow he had the impression that her eyes had lingered on him also more than what was appropriate. Now they were just having the last course, mainly sweet things, and Lila had joined them for a while, mostly keeping close to Ms Roslin and, surprisingly, talking to a very amused Lee.

Usually, children would have been sent away again after the dessert course, that he knew, but when the ladies rose to go back to the drawing room to take some tea or coffee, Lila went with them. As usually, the men stayed to have some stiffer drinks and discuss the "tough" topics, such as politics. He would have loved to hear Ms Roslin's opinion, he was sure she had one on almost anything, it was really a shame for her to be away. Did he just imagine it or see her eye the whiskey in the decanter on the sideboard with a slight longing in her eyes?

Bill found that he actually liked the Agathon boys quite right, Karl Agathon was a lot more serious than his younger brother, but not unfriendly. Peter Ditton, an accountant as he found out, would probably not become his best friend, but he couldn't call the man disagreeable either. Everyone could see how much he doted on his wife and daughter, it was absolutely heartwarming.

"Shall we join the ladies then?", Mr Agathon asked after about an hour, a suggestion that everybody agreed to. When they came closer to the drawing room, he could hear laughter pearling out of it, most distinguishably Kara's and Ms Roslin's. All the women focussed on the group of 6 that came in.

"Shall we have some music?", Mrs Agathon proposed and Bill didn't miss the flash of insecurity that went over Ms Roslin's face.

Interesting. He wouldn't have thought that a bit of music could scare her off. The whole Agathon family wholeheartedly agreed and Kara simply commented that she would love to listen, but not play. So it was settled. When Mrs Ditton explained that in her current state, she would neither play the piano nor sing, everyone understood.

"Well, then it seems as if Ms Roslin should start", Mr Agathon proposed, earning spproval from anyone but the woman in question. She sighed.

"Alright, but I am not playing the Bach piece again!", she explained.

"I have got something new here!", suddenly Miss Agathon made herself heard.

She went over to the piano, rummaging a bit in the shelves next to it and went back to her godmother, handing her a pile of sheets. Bill watched in amazement how her eyes scanned the pages, taking everything in. Her eyebrows rose a bit, it seemed a bit of a challenge.

"Violet, you want me to play this just from the sheets right now?", she aasked a bit incredously.

When the younger woman nodded she shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, if you play in the meantime, I can have a read through and try it then."

Apparently they really wanted her to play as Ms Agathon actually took her place in front of the instrument. She played nicely, if not incredibly refined it still sounded sweet and pleasant. During the whole play however he couldn't help but focus on the other woman who currently seemed miles away.

"Violet, who was your teacher?", Kara asked when she had ended.

"Ms Roslin", she answered, " she taught me even though I am definitely not the most promising of students."

"More promising than Robert, Henry and me anyway", Karl Agathon laughed, making their teacher look up.

"I think it is less a lack of talent than a lack of practice", she commented dryly, " the only one of you who actually has a muse for this kind of art is Isabella."

When Miss Agathon got up to take back her seat next to Kara, she stood up and went forward a few steps. Her fingers brushed the instrument and then she sat down. Before she started, she turned towards her audience.

"So this is a Mozart piece, the Rondo Alla Turca. Please excuse mistakes that I will definitely make, I will try my very best."

He could see her in profile now, saw the way she layed her fingers on the ivory keyboard, took a deep breath, closed her eyes. The music started, brisk, airy and beautifully complicated. It occurred to him that this theme could very well describe the way she presented herself: Charming, humorous and quick in changes, not giving him the chance to figure out who she actually was.

This chapter went through so many changes in name, but now it is called after the piece of music in it.

I hope you enjoyed it and I will try to update soon.