Office Hours, Monday, 4/13

[tyler_gone]

Tyler wasn't making much progress on his lesson plan for the week; he had gotten dragooned into a tea party with a very demanding five-year-old.

Anyone who looked in his office door for much of the morning would find the anarchist leader of Fight Club sitting cross-legged on the floor, wearing a construction paper hat decorated with wilting flowers and sipping Kool-aid from a paper cup.

"Keep your pinkie out, Daddy," Estella commanded, giggling.

Daddy obeyed.

[OOC: Open office door to visit Tyler or Estella, or to crash the tea party.]

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"You didn't let me blow up any microwaves," Estella pouted. Not that she exactly wanted to, but she knew her father liked blowing things up and it was unfair for him to leave her out.

"Did you want to?" Tyler asked, diverted for a moment.

Estella considered this. "... it might be pretty!"

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"It wasn't," Tony answered for him.

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"But it could be!" Estella argued, trying to look as adorable as possible. It got her her way a lot. "Hi! Who are you? You don't have tea."

Tyler just stood back to watch this.

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As did James there. This would be... interesting.

"No. I don't." Tony looked around for the coffee because he wasn't that good at this whole... kid thing.

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"It's yummy!" Estella informed him, standing (possibly even unintentionally) between him and the coffee pot and holding the cup up for him to take. The liquid inside was bright blue.

Tyler? Still just watching, though he did take a sympathetic sip from his own cup.

With pinky properly aloft.

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"No, I'd much rather have coffee," Tony insisted like this would work. "Which is behind you. Scoot."

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"Tea first," Estella insisted, that angelic face going dark. "Tea is better."

She did not budge an inch.

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This could only end in tears. "No, coffee," Tony replied, speaking like she was a slow child.

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She was a child all right, but she wasn't slow.

"Tea. First." She said, jutting out her chin and squinting her eyes.

Tyler stood back, holding his breath.

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"Coffee."

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"TEA. FIRST. BE. NICE," Estella shouted, flinging the contents of the cup at ... well, at Tony's belt buckle.

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And now Tony's very nice pants were soaked with sugary water. He shot Tyler a look for this.

Oh. Someone would pay.

"I hate children."

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Without comment, Tyler passed Tony a wad of napkins. "I'll see you once our visitors have gone home," he suggested.

Please, god, let that be soon.

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"You're bringing a bottle of scotch," Tony informed him, taking the napkins to begin cleaning himself off.

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"Two," Tyler promised, and pulled Estella into his lap before she could do any more damage.

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"Have fun with the tea party," Tony said, heading for the door and still... dripping. Ugh. "James."

James gave Estella a quick grin before following after him.