[May 21] [Original] Another spring morning

[grassangel]

Title: Another spring morning

Day/Theme: May 21, 'the chocolate revolution begins'
Series: Original (Thomhas Delvewood universe)
Characters/Pairing: Thomhas, Ascot, hapless messenger
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour

It was another fine spring morning.
Had been for quite a while, especially as Spring had run off the other seasons several months ago and was planning an extended working holiday. Everyone was tired of black currant jelly and leek soup but those were no reasons to not enjoy the briskly cold mornings and the ambient warmth of afternoons in the extended season.

The season was tiring to one person and that person was the young lord. He was throughly irritated with the season, especially since it had shooed off the other seasons sparse weeks before his summer investments came in. Not to mention the weird events that seemed only to happen in the benevolent season, though he could name more than a few that occured out of spring and the season wasn't so benevolent in his eyes.
However, as it was, he liked having tea in the garden and not in the conservatory, library or sketching room.

So, dropping a lump of pineapple alongside a slice of lemon in his tea, Tom sighed and looked upon the organised chaos that was the garden. The statues had left in a bit of disarray and an elephant was still lost in there somewhere, but the pineapple was helping. His deceased uncle was not though and Thomhas drearily turned his attention to his transparent relative.

"As I was saying, the prime minister is due a visit. You'd do well to get to know him. After all it was his marvelous detective work which figured out the pineapple element."

"No," Tom interjected, cutting short his uncle's ramble, "it was you who said the reason why elephants were falling from the sky was because of the pineapple. If you observe closely by the way, you'll see that things are still acting weirdly." A madeline made its way into his pouting mouth, washed down with the pineapple and lemon flavoured tea. "For example, the pineapple is pink today." Thomhas glared at the frock-coated spectre and resumed picking out baked goods to nibble on.

Ascot mumbled under his breath, "It's because the pineapple is pink things are still weird," he brightened up after the grumble went unheard by his nephew.
"It's not the pineapple's fault, I saw Eleanor cutting up a perfectly fine fruit this morning and now you're saying it's pink? Obviously it's due to some external influence and not the pineapple. Although..." he trailed off rather uncertainly, "if it is causing the pineapple to be pink, we may have a very large problem on our hands, which is why we have the prime minister visiting!" He quickly called the attention away from the predicatment to the visit of the most notable person in their country. "I am sure he will be able to find a solution."

Tom looked out moodily over the gardens, surveying the gardeners potter about and occasionally sipping at his tea. After about three cups of tea, fourteen small cakes and biscuits and half an hour of pointless pouting, he spoke up again.
"And when is he due? You usually tell me things like this a bare three hours before they occur."

"Actually," transparent fingers twiddled past each other nervously, "he's due at eleven. I thought it would be a good idea to meet him before you took to your study." The late lord's nephew looked as he would sulk for another half hour until the dictated time until a rather out of breath messenger hurriedly rushed up to them and folded himself over before presenting a letter and standing up to attention.

"The prime minister wishes to inform you that he will be unable to meet with the Lord of Delvewood estate today at the agreed time. He offers his sympathies and wishes to reschedule to a later date."

Tom's head looked over the letter given to him.
"What's this about a rather sticky revolution?" His eyebrows were raised rather childishly, eyes widened similarly as he asked his question.

"Sir, it's the revolution in the capital, Dundyn. The street riots?" The messenger only received blank looks before he started prattling off a list. "The egg breakouts, souffle stampedes, praline marches, the hokey pokey dance party of the government. You know, the chocolate revolution."

Both of the lords, previous and present, shook their heads, although Ascot's face was belying the fact he found it rather interesting.
"And er, you said the prime minister was tied up in this? How?" he enquired, eyes not liquid enough to shine but still managing to glint somewhat.

"Oh, he's in quite the sticky situation sir, says he won't leave his office until he's eaten all the ammunition the people keep sending into his office."

The young lord raised his eyebrow, in a more sophisticated manner this time, questioning the sanity of the prime minister rather than a simple question.
"Well, tell him I extend the offer to meet over pink pineapple tea when he is free. I have no doubt he will enjoy the experience." With that, he turned to wondering when things would return back to normal.