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twodayslate
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It was nearly time for the Queen of Hearts's afternoon tea and daily croquet match. She'd decided to have it at eleven forty-two in the morning, which was earlier than usual for her, and everyone had been thrown off. The cook had already had three meltdowns, two servants had been slated for execution for selecting blue napkins instead of purple, and the Queen's tarts had been knocked over by a clumsy page.
Rabbit hadn't been particularly upset by the last considering she'd stolen the recipe from him and he took a tiny bit of vindictive glee from the misfortune, but the incident had been hushed up at his orders and he'd whipped up a new batch before anyone could notice. There was a shortage of good pages as it was; it would be awfully inconvenient to lose another to the executioner's axe.
Now, with a smudge of flower across his nose and a determined set to his shoulders, Rabbit directed the pages with a stern voice. "Hurry up, James! Go make sure the roses have been freshly painted. And Chauncey, please inform the cook that the tea was over steeped last time and yes I know. Don't let her get near the knives before you tell her. That's how Gregory lost an ear last time." Rabbit checked his watch for what was probably the hundredth time since breakfast and tried not to worry too much. They were on schedule, after all.
Tags:
knave of hearts, white rabbit
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Had it been anyone but the little man speaking to him that way, Knave's response would have been quite different. In fact, if Rabbit hadn't cut himself off mid-sentence, Knave's response would still have been a good deal less pleasant. "My job requires me to be here infrequently, Rabbit. Faffing about around town, keeping order, is one of the things I do best."
He looked over at Rodney flirting with the maid, and said nothing, merely smiled, slow and wide and entirely suggestively at the girl. She blushed a deep red and gathered her skirts, hurrying off and leaving Rodney chastised and bewildered. He moved closer to Rabbit as he did, looming over the small man, his lips still curved. His size made Rabbit -- and dozens of others -- nervous, and it amused him greatly. "What time is tea, today, Rabbit?"
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As much as Knave enjoyed eating sweet things, Rabbit enjoyed making them, and at Knave question the herald forgot for a moment his worry about arrangements.
"Oh, there's going to be quite a few excellent cakes today," Rabbit said happily, an excited little flush coming to his cheeks as he spoke. "There's going to be cranberry and currant muffins, black and white chocolate cake with orange zest, caramel custard-filled apple tarts, lemon cake with raspberry filling, and the queen's famous strawberry tarts." Rabbit's nose wrinkled, and he leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially. "Actually, they're my famous tarts. Someone dropped a tray and so I had to make replacements. But it was my recipe anyway, so no one will notice."
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