Double Drabbles
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quaggyHey! It's been a while! I have two double drabbles for you. The first was posted almost a year ago during ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
summer_of_giles . The second is brand new.
Title: Tea Snob
Word Count: 200
Pairings: slight traces of post-Chosen Buffy/Giles
Notes: I'm a bit of a tea snob myself and I named dropped a few of my favorites.
Like any good Brit, he loved his tea, but he wasn’t too particular about type or band. He was happy enough with PG Tips or Yorkshire Tea as he was with something much posher. Which was probably for the best since he had to choke down Liptons on more than one occasion during his time in America.
Buffy was a different story. There really wasn’t a tea that she didn’t enjoy, but she had definite preferences. There were specific tea sellers in London that she would frequent and her loose teas took up a full cabinet in their house in Bath. She could tell you in detail the differences between Assam and Darjeeling and why she preferred genmaicha in particular to all other green teas. It made him laugh, since he was the one that introduced her to tea in the first place, and now she was the one educating him. That and because she always looked so baffled as to why he didn’t already know all of this already.
Giles took a sip of the Lapsang Souchong that she had just brewed for him —her favorite— and sighed with pleasure. He had to admit, she did have excellent taste.
Title: Lost Puppy
Word Count: 200
Notes: In the Dark Horse comic books, Giles’s grandmother is called Edna Fairweather. I went with my own choice. This was written for51kas81 in thanks for all the things that she has done to keep the Giles fandom alive.
With a sigh, Alice Engleheart Giles finished the last of her correspondence. She looked over to where Roxy, her sweet, loyal Scottish terrier, would normally be waiting for her, but his little bed was empty. Strange.
He wasn’t by the door or in the kitchen. Alice was just beginning to worry when inspiration struck. She headed to the small back bedroom where Rupert used to sleep as a child. The door was unlatched. Alice quietly pushed it open to peer inside.
Sure enough, there was Rupert sprawled out on the small bed, with Roxy curled protectively at his side. Alice studied her grandson. He was a little worse for wear after living on the streets of London, doing God know what. She didn’t want to imagine what trauma must have finally sent him to her door. She had put him in the bedroom across the hall after he had shown up on her doorstep, but he had clearly gravitated to comforts of his childhood.
Roxy lifted his head, but Rupert stayed deeply asleep.
“Good boy,” Alice whispered. Roxy wagged his tail and curled up again.
Their lost puppy was home again, safe and sound. All was right with the world.
summer_of_giles . The second is brand new.Title: Tea Snob
Word Count: 200
Pairings: slight traces of post-Chosen Buffy/Giles
Notes: I'm a bit of a tea snob myself and I named dropped a few of my favorites.
Like any good Brit, he loved his tea, but he wasn’t too particular about type or band. He was happy enough with PG Tips or Yorkshire Tea as he was with something much posher. Which was probably for the best since he had to choke down Liptons on more than one occasion during his time in America.
Buffy was a different story. There really wasn’t a tea that she didn’t enjoy, but she had definite preferences. There were specific tea sellers in London that she would frequent and her loose teas took up a full cabinet in their house in Bath. She could tell you in detail the differences between Assam and Darjeeling and why she preferred genmaicha in particular to all other green teas. It made him laugh, since he was the one that introduced her to tea in the first place, and now she was the one educating him. That and because she always looked so baffled as to why he didn’t already know all of this already.
Giles took a sip of the Lapsang Souchong that she had just brewed for him —her favorite— and sighed with pleasure. He had to admit, she did have excellent taste.
Title: Lost Puppy
Word Count: 200
Notes: In the Dark Horse comic books, Giles’s grandmother is called Edna Fairweather. I went with my own choice. This was written for
51kas81 in thanks for all the things that she has done to keep the Giles fandom alive.With a sigh, Alice Engleheart Giles finished the last of her correspondence. She looked over to where Roxy, her sweet, loyal Scottish terrier, would normally be waiting for her, but his little bed was empty. Strange.
He wasn’t by the door or in the kitchen. Alice was just beginning to worry when inspiration struck. She headed to the small back bedroom where Rupert used to sleep as a child. The door was unlatched. Alice quietly pushed it open to peer inside.
Sure enough, there was Rupert sprawled out on the small bed, with Roxy curled protectively at his side. Alice studied her grandson. He was a little worse for wear after living on the streets of London, doing God know what. She didn’t want to imagine what trauma must have finally sent him to her door. She had put him in the bedroom across the hall after he had shown up on her doorstep, but he had clearly gravitated to comforts of his childhood.
Roxy lifted his head, but Rupert stayed deeply asleep.
“Good boy,” Alice whispered. Roxy wagged his tail and curled up again.
Their lost puppy was home again, safe and sound. All was right with the world.
