[ Betsy's rather lucky that her life has been one series of ridiculous adventures after another because it's afforded her a certain degree of ease in settling in here. It's hardly been perfect, but in comparison to some of the other disasters in her life this hasn't really seemed that terrible. With one clearly exception: her lack of tea.
Look, there are stereotypes about British people and their love of tea for a reason: because it's true. At least with her. Which is precisely why she's heading to the Surasthana Cafe, to give it a try. Only to find herself unceremoniously interrupted by someone quite literally falling down from above. Instinct has her dodge out of the way with a burst of speed as he lands down.
Perhaps she should feel a bit bad for not attempting to catch him but, well, it seems he got himself rather well. Still, she moves over to glance down at him, even offers a hand to help him up. ]
Bloody hell, are you alright? Is raining men common here? [ Please say no. ]
No Rift Like Home (another I'm sorry)
Look, there are stereotypes about British people and their love of tea for a reason: because it's true. At least with her. Which is precisely why she's heading to the Surasthana Cafe, to give it a try. Only to find herself unceremoniously interrupted by someone quite literally falling down from above. Instinct has her dodge out of the way with a burst of speed as he lands down.
Perhaps she should feel a bit bad for not attempting to catch him but, well, it seems he got himself rather well. Still, she moves over to glance down at him, even offers a hand to help him up. ]
Bloody hell, are you alright? Is raining men common here? [ Please say no. ]