Fire Village Commingling

[~Z~]

((ooc:// -cracks up- Wow, I don't even know what I would have him say if you had her ask him that... ; But I don't know how to reply right now...))

[carmella]

((well...let's find out! MUAHAHA!))
"So, you're giving up on the archery then?" asked Querida, beggining to steer the conversation in a directiont hat left him with no choice but to help her.

[~Z~]

Matthew stopped in his tracks, though he regretted it the instant he did. "Uhm..." he glanced awkwardly over his shoulder, still feeling flashes of irritation towards the old hag. "Yeah. I am," he said flatly. "So what if I am?"

[carmella]

"So you have some time spare, then?" asked Querida, feeling quite pleased with herself.

[~Z~]

Matthew scowled. "Maybe, maybe not," he said flatly. He really didn't want to stick around, but couldn't think of an excuse to get away from her.

[carmella]

"Well, as I was saying, I'm not as young as I used to be," Querida pushed, patting a stray strand of white hair back into place. "I could do with some help, you know, cleaning my house. I can't ever quite reach the cobwebs on the ceiling."
She paused for a moment, and turned to face Matthew, "If you have the time, maybe you could give me a hand?"

[~Z~]

Matt glowered for a moment, but glanced over his shoulder and saw that Azuro was still watching the two of them. They were still the only ones around to watch. "And you think that I could reach your ceiling, Querida?" he asked stiffly. "I'm as tall as you are, aren't I?" He crossed arms across his chest, fuming slightly. He didn't want to do this, but Azuro would make him if he didn't anyways. He huffed, then pushed his way past the old woman into her house.

[carmella]

"Thankyou!" called Querida after him, pulling a face which looked almost like the faces anime characters make when they say thankyou, with the shut eyes and silly grin.

[~Z~]

Matt grumbled irritably in response to the old woman's thanks, then stopped in the middle of her house. "What do you want me to do now?" he asked, crossing his arms stiffly across his chest. He could be out wandering in the woods right now, he thought, but no... he's stuck in an old lady's house.

[carmella]

"Well..." said Querida, looking around. She grabbed a feather duster, and passed it to him, along with a three-legged stool from the corner. "The ceiling's very dusty," she hinted.
"Do you take sugar in your tea?" She paused by the kitchen door way.

[~Z~]

Matt glowered again as he took the old lady's feather duster and the stool, and dragged it over to one of the corners to start. Man, if Azuro wasn't just a short distance from the house... When Querida asked about sugar in his tea, he froze for a short moment. "Uh... no thanks," he grumbled, waving the feather duster in the corner. Even on the footstool, he had to stand on the tips of his toes to reach the ceiling... he felt like such an idiot. He dragged the footstool around the edges of the hut, trying to get the large spiderwebs that were around in the corners at least...

[carmella]

Querida boiled the kettle, and then poured it into two mugs, with tea bags in. She proceeded to give her mug a liberal amoun tof suger - several tea-sthingy-fulls. She added some milk, and then took Matt his mug.
"Here's your tea," she said brightly. "Uh...or is it my tea? The mugs look the same...well, see how sweet it is."

[~Z~]

Matthew glanced up awkwardly, almost hoping that one of the tea's was poisoned. That would either mean she would die, or he would die. He took the cup that she offered him, and took a small sip. "Um..." he hesitated for a moment. "This one is... yours..." he finally said, handing the mug back over to her. His mouth almost burned with the sweetness.

[carmella]

Querida took the mug and drank a sip.
Frowning, she added another sthingyful of sugar, and pushed Matt's mug towards him.