[ It all starts with a cup of gently steaming tea, staged on the Research Division Head's desk next to a warm butter croissant. How both are still warm when Thranduil finds them is something of a miracle, or a result of perfect planning. But, regardless, the fruity black tea with hints of lavender and citrus is not unlike a blend one might find in a cafe in Val Royeaux, and the croissant is much the same.
The stuffed nug on the chair at that desk doesn't seem to fit with the theme.
But it might be the establishment of a theme, when a terra cotta nug appears on that very same desk, along with a packet of seeds and instructions:
Soak nug in water for half an hour.
Separately, mix seeds with water to form a paste.
Empty nug of excess water, place on drip tray.
Spread seed mixture on nug evenly. Do not water for two days.
After two days, fill nug with water. Keep full daily.
Watch the nug grow fur!
The culmination of this theme seems to be in the late evening, when a live nug trots past the open office door. Then, Athessa passes the door, clearly in pursuit of the nug.
Moments later, the nug passes by in the opposite direction. Again, followed by Athessa.
This happens a few times until Athessa stops in front of the door, hands on her knees and swearing under her breath. She catches sight of Thranduil with the look of someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar, holds that reaction, then stands up straight. ]
The nug has your last present. [ This said coolly, casually, blithely gesturing to the nug as it once again runs past. Athessa, however, has chosen to ignore it and walks into the office with a shrug. ] Happy Satinalia? I guess.
Satinalia! - A Nug In These Trying Times
The stuffed nug on the chair at that desk doesn't seem to fit with the theme.
But it might be the establishment of a theme, when a terra cotta nug appears on that very same desk, along with a packet of seeds and instructions:
The culmination of this theme seems to be in the late evening, when a live nug trots past the open office door. Then, Athessa passes the door, clearly in pursuit of the nug.
Moments later, the nug passes by in the opposite direction. Again, followed by Athessa.
This happens a few times until Athessa stops in front of the door, hands on her knees and swearing under her breath. She catches sight of Thranduil with the look of someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar, holds that reaction, then stands up straight. ]
The nug has your last present. [ This said coolly, casually, blithely gesturing to the nug as it once again runs past. Athessa, however, has chosen to ignore it and walks into the office with a shrug. ] Happy Satinalia? I guess.