sith_happened | Office hours [all day, Tuesday, October 24]

Carrying a mug of the dark roast (http://hairraiser.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=1&products_id=32&osCsid=e5d4c3bb7fd6ba6a4bd8e03582fe512c) he was actually drinking himself this afternoon, Wilson gave the door a light rap.

...

Probably what was more important was the wafting scent of dark roast coffee creeping under the doorframe.

"Enter!" Vader called.

Pushing the door open Wilson stepped inside, holding up the coffee mug with a warm smile.

"Hello, Lord Vader. I brought coffee! I think you might like this one, it's quite aromatic and I think I might be getting a buzz just from the fumes alone."

"It does smell rather...inviting," Vader admitted gruffly.

"I thought you might like it." Wilson agreed with another smile, approaching the desk and setting the cup down where Vader could reach~~forcemove~~reach for it.

"It's a rare one because the subtle nuances really carry up into scent, which does give over to the flavor but it's all about the aroma." He assured, just so that Vader didn't think he was missing anything with the whole not eating bit.

"So, recovered from Parents weekend?"

The mug moved closer to Vader's hand.

"Parents' Weekend was...memorable," he said carefully. "I dealt with a lot of whining."

"And then there were the students?" Wilson said with a twinkle in his dark eyes.

Crossing his arms he looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think my best was the gentleman who seemed right...down trodden to hear his granddaughter was doing so well."

Giving his head a shake, Wilson chuckled at the memory of Pippi's grandfather, then grinned.

"Did you have one family member in particular that stood out?"

"One of them made me watch their infant," Vader said peevishly. "Do I look like a babysitter?"

Wilson pulled a bit of a face at that.

"Err, well...nooohhh, though, Aziraphale would be what you'd think of as a perfect babysitter and he doesn't get along with young children well at all. Though, infants are pretty easy so long as you've got a warm bottle, they'll be friends."

"I didn't," Vader said shortly.

"Probably for the best." Wilson said with a nod. "Holding and feeding can lead to diapering which is just...yeah I'll stop that line of thought right there." He said with a rueful grin.

"All righty then. I won't take up any more of your time Lord Vader, just swung by to give you some coffee and see how your weekend went."

Vader stared at him before moving the mug just a little bit closer again.

He nodded sharply. "Goodbye."

Wilson smiled warmly as he headed for the door, pausing in the frame to turn with a snap of his fingers.

"I know what I meant to ask! I was thinking about trying out a roast with a hint of spice to it, just for the season you know. Interested?"

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Rory knocked on the door, quite cheerfully.

"What?" Vader demanded.

"Hello, Lord Vader!" Rory said as she opened the door. "How are you today, sir?"

"Busy," he snapped.

"Well," Rory said, bouncing right in and noting that he didn't really seem to be doing a lot, "I brought you cupcakes, and also I have a question." She held up a pink box and opened it to show the cupcakes. "They're Halloweeny."

"I still can't eat," Vader said peevishly.

"You can share them with visitors," Rory said, setting the box on the desk. "Look, they have orange frosting and little bat sprinkles! So cute."

"I hate sprinkles," Vader said. Not that anyone cared.

"They're like edible glitter," Rory said, looking a little sad for some reason. "Anyway, sir, I had a few questions for you."

That was why Vader hated sprinkles, yeah.

"Such as?"

"My grade," Rory said, shifting to a very professional tone. "I wanted to know where I stand at the moment. Also, can I get extra credit for giving my master a black eye?"

"You go out of your way to try to irritate me," Vader growled. "How would you grade that? And yes to the second part."