[ Kaspar can't help but turn to van Zieks while he has a moment. The other man's words work, in a way, to help Kaspar see more clearly. The frazzlement didn't seem to be his fault alone anymore, which softens his smile.
Then, he listens as he continues as long as needed in the kitchen. He hums in response, to signal his full attention even before he is setting up tea on the table as best he knows how. It... probably is nowhere close to Victorian standards, but there is an attempt to mimic the (dish and cup probably?) Or whatever van Zieks had going on here before.
Fresh tea, with whatever he had out to go with it. At least his flannel is buttoned almost all the way up by the time he is before him. Still considering all of those stresses, unsure how best to help his new friend, he works quietly. It's not something he frets over now, the stretch of his own silence.
But before he can sit down, Kaspar asks softly, venturing more boldly for such a tone as he prepares his own cup-- ]
... couldn't the truth of it be, as the goddess said?
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Then, he listens as he continues as long as needed in the kitchen. He hums in response, to signal his full attention even before he is setting up tea on the table as best he knows how. It... probably is nowhere close to Victorian standards, but there is an attempt to mimic the (dish and cup probably?) Or whatever van Zieks had going on here before.
Fresh tea, with whatever he had out to go with it. At least his flannel is buttoned almost all the way up by the time he is before him. Still considering all of those stresses, unsure how best to help his new friend, he works quietly. It's not something he frets over now, the stretch of his own silence.
But before he can sit down, Kaspar asks softly, venturing more boldly for such a tone as he prepares his own cup-- ]
... couldn't the truth of it be, as the goddess said?