[ Wow, that is so comforting. Very reassuring, yes. She sighs. It's so unorthodox to visit a man at his house that she isn't supposed to know very well, not that well in the public's eye, so she can't help but feel paranoid. But she also is constantly reassured of how different things are in this time.
It helps little. ]
Yes, if you think it best. I will be there shortly.
[ She cuts the feed. 'Shortly' actually means close on forty-five minutes, because she knows she woke him up and wants to give him time to do...whatever men do in the morning. ]
[Jesse... puts pants on and enjoys a breakfast of meth, cookies, and whiskey. That's what he does in the morning. With all the time it takes her, he even gets the place a little cleaned up before she comes knocking. Probably not up to palace standards, and it still smells like cigarettes and weed, but at least it's not looking like it's the den of sin that it usually is.
Even though he tries to look cheerful when he opens the door, there's a certain tension to his posture.]
[ Anne is wearing the same dress she had been on the first of the month, though now her hair is unbound to fall free, and instead of tarts she's carrying a small pot (because it would be rude to show up empty-handed).
She doesn't waste any time in accepting his invitation, hurrying in with a glance over her shoulder, then smiling back in his direction once she's inside. Maybe it doesn't smell like posies, but if one couldn't tolerate bad smells in Tudor times, one couldn't really go anywhere. ]
I have here some stew, left over from breakfast. I fear I could not find bread to accompany it, and there is less meat than I would prefer, but I hope it warms your belly nonetheless.
Yes. It had been for several days now, but I wanted to be certain of the cause before bringing complaint to your doorstep.
[ Subtly glancing around to get a feel for his apartment and whatever decoration he or his flatmates might have scrounged up while following. And if one of them walks through that door she's killing them with that pot. ]
There have been...odd things happening. I mean, for instance I... I wake up in strange places, or I have awakened in my mine own chambers, with clothing still damp from the rain. Then it feels as if my heart races at times, through no provocation, and it feels as if not to lessen for some time. It concerns me, for this is not normal, but I have seen it to only happen as of late when I take the medicine. What ought I do?
[He has his back to her at that moment, setting the pot on the stovetop, so she doesn't see the wave of relief that washes over his face. It takes him another moment to work himself out of his paranoia, so that when he finally turns around to look at her, he appears mildly less crazed. Mildly.]
That's normal! I mean, it's a... normal side effect. You been drinking a lot lately? Wine or anything?
I mean, it's not supposed to happen but it does sometimes. 'cause of the drinking, usually. I mean, you can drink, just not close to when it's time to take the medicine. That'll probably stop it happening.
I understand that it was of greater importance to drink it with the heat of the beach, but...have you not seen the state of the rest of the city? I cannot imagine the water to be any cleaner in this time than in mine, so I would wish not to drink it every night if I must not.
[ Not that she takes the pills every night, but still. She sighs. ]
But I suppose it is that or I must stop the treatment.
I do on occasion. As of late more oft, as people have been offering me "tea", which seems to be hot water with herbs.
[ Surprise! The English didn't drink tea yet. And is it any wonder they didn't want to drink their gross water? ]
I do not understand the correlation between this and my medicine, Master Pinkman. Why is this such a problem? I have never heard it to interfere with other medicines or treatments I have taken.
It's... really complicated. See, alcohol and this medicine both cause chemical reactions in your brain. And if you mix 'em together then you're getting a different kinda reaction than if you weren't drinking wine or whatever. So for you, it means you end up doing all kinds of stuff you don't remember, instead of doing what it's supposed to make you do, which is just sleep.
[ She stares for a moment, conflicted over whether she should act angry at him or not. Why didn't he tell her this before? Why would he just assume she would always have it with water, how ridiculous! At the same time, she wants to laugh, because although it was rather terrifying whenever she awoke, looking back on some situations, it's silly where she woke up. ]
All sorts of..."stuff", yes. And my heart all in a clatter? This is also to be blamed on the wine?
[ Why are they talking in the kitchen, this is so crass. WHY IS SHE STILL STANDING. Maybe she ticked him off waking him up like that... ]
I see. Then I suppose I will take a greater care with when I have my drink. It would be best for me not to need such aid, but I must be grateful that there are remedies at all.
[Because the couch is currently serving as someone's bed (UNIT 409 LYFE!!!), and it seems weird to sit on it even when that person isn't home. But mostly, Jesse is too high for manners.]
I promise the water's clean. I test it all the time, 'cause I need it pure at work. You don't gotta worry about drinking it.
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[ If that's his place so be it, it certainly isn't hers right now. ]
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Everybody's out right now, so I don't think anybody's gonna bother us here.
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It helps little. ]
Yes, if you think it best. I will be there shortly.
[ She cuts the feed. 'Shortly' actually means close on forty-five minutes, because she knows she woke him up and wants to give him time to do...whatever men do in the morning. ]
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Even though he tries to look cheerful when he opens the door, there's a certain tension to his posture.]
Hey. Come on in.
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She doesn't waste any time in accepting his invitation, hurrying in with a glance over her shoulder, then smiling back in his direction once she's inside. Maybe it doesn't smell like posies, but if one couldn't tolerate bad smells in Tudor times, one couldn't really go anywhere. ]
I have here some stew, left over from breakfast. I fear I could not find bread to accompany it, and there is less meat than I would prefer, but I hope it warms your belly nonetheless.
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Wow, thanks. You really didn't have to, but um... Thanks.
[He reaches to take the pot from her so that he can deposit it in the kitchen, nodding for her to follow along with him.]
So you were having a, um, problem?
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[ Subtly glancing around to get a feel for his apartment and whatever decoration he or his flatmates might have scrounged up while following. And if one of them walks through that door she's killing them with that pot. ]
There have been...odd things happening. I mean, for instance I... I wake up in strange places, or I have awakened in my mine own chambers, with clothing still damp from the rain. Then it feels as if my heart races at times, through no provocation, and it feels as if not to lessen for some time. It concerns me, for this is not normal, but I have seen it to only happen as of late when I take the medicine. What ought I do?
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That's normal! I mean, it's a... normal side effect. You been drinking a lot lately? Wine or anything?
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Yes, of course. Ale and wine.
[ And almost nothing else! ]
Those are normal occurrences? I was not aware. I was quite alarmed!
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With... water?
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I understand that it was of greater importance to drink it with the heat of the beach, but...have you not seen the state of the rest of the city? I cannot imagine the water to be any cleaner in this time than in mine, so I would wish not to drink it every night if I must not.
[ Not that she takes the pills every night, but still. She sighs. ]
But I suppose it is that or I must stop the treatment.
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[ Surprise! The English didn't drink tea yet. And is it any wonder they didn't want to drink their gross water? ]
I do not understand the correlation between this and my medicine, Master Pinkman. Why is this such a problem? I have never heard it to interfere with other medicines or treatments I have taken.
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It's... really complicated. See, alcohol and this medicine both cause chemical reactions in your brain. And if you mix 'em together then you're getting a different kinda reaction than if you weren't drinking wine or whatever. So for you, it means you end up doing all kinds of stuff you don't remember, instead of doing what it's supposed to make you do, which is just sleep.
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All sorts of..."stuff", yes. And my heart all in a clatter? This is also to be blamed on the wine?
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That... yeah. If it keeps happening when you stop drinking wine, then we should try something else for your sleep.
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I see. Then I suppose I will take a greater care with when I have my drink. It would be best for me not to need such aid, but I must be grateful that there are remedies at all.
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I promise the water's clean. I test it all the time, 'cause I need it pure at work. You don't gotta worry about drinking it.
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You promise me... As you once promised not to look?
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Well, that... I mean, you wanted me to look.
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I have already traversed on past bandit fiance and bandit duchess to move on towards bandit queen? That would make you a king now.
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