2019-07-18 - Good Help and Home Remedies

Hyacinth has been bustling. Okay she's been glowering at swatches for the recreated wallpaper she ordered and has been scrutinizing it for fifteen minutes for veracity. Fianlly the swatch is set down. Fingers press to her forehead with a strained expression. The events lately, as superficial and matter-of-fact as she has been about them, have really run her down; not that she'd let the world know, btu there are the scantest few of those that know her that well to pick up on this. Her other hand reaches out and nails tak the desk. Her hand flaps looking for something blindly. Flap...flap flap....flappy flap flap.

Edison, dressed again in a black suit, shirt, tie, and shoes, walks in with two things in hand: one, Hyacinth's usual coffee, and two, a small tube of some sort. He places the coffee down in front of her without a word, then places the tube next to it. It has a cap on it. Hmm. "Try applying this to your forehead. It should stop any tension headache before it dares to start." The glass vial is unmarked, but if she takes the cap off, she'll see a small metal roller ball on it for application.

Hyacinth,without coffee, is like Disney without music. It's just... unhappy. Still amazingly fabulous, but joyless. She doesn't look , she just drimks. Her other hand finding Edison's elbow and gives it a squeeze. At this rate there will not be a 12th posting of her add on Friendzone to find someone actually competant predicting the future as she sees it. She pauses and cracks an eye and then teh other taking the vial and taking the cap off to do the sniff test. "This isn't going to make my skin shiny is it?"

It smells lovely -- like lavender and peppermint and assorted other delightful herbs. "Rub it in adequately, and you should be fine." Edison watches her face, like he's waiting for something. A sign? Perhaps. But very little expression actually shows on his.

Hyacinth blinks at the tube and looks to Edison, and then teh tube and she applies it to wrists and neck like perfume. No one told her what it's for so natural inclination wins. "Where'd we find this?" HShe pauses looking at the desk and back up asking him, "Do you have everything you need? What do I have left pending for today. Did we hear back from my father yet?" Her eyes narrow faintly. "I think I'd like a word with him. Oh, shit I have to call Erin too."

Edison takes a step forward. He picks up the vial, after she's done with it, rubs some on his long fingers, then slowly, slowly reaches out to rub the sweet-smelling liquid into her temples. The combination of his slow, subtle touch and the delightful herbs would ease anyone's tension. Seriously, he should become a masseuse. He's weirdly strong. "Would you like me to call Erin instead, Ms. Addington? It's best if you focus on one thing at a time."

Hyacinth closes ehr eyes and notes, alright, maybe migraine application works better not as a splash but in an actual medicinal sense. "I'll call her. I need you to call the vendor but... it can wait until monday. You're all set for tomorrow? I put that on you suddenly." WHen she volunteered his task was completed to Justin before even informing Edison that there was a task at all.

"It's all done." Edison sounds nonplussed. He continues to work his magic fingers into the perfect flesh of her forehead. "If I may speak freely, Ms. Addington...don't worry about my ability to keep up with your demands. I don't anticipate any problem in this regard." It's a sort of subtle boast, because it's less like Edison to freely say: I am a competent motherfucker.

Hyacinth leaves her mascaraed lashes closed as her temples are massaged. The truth comes out, "Yes but I read in this book it's productive to ask once tasks are complete... which has never actually come up before so I'm trying to see if the source material is of any value." Closing her eyes her voice manifests to Edison without her speaking. She can't talk right now. Happy relaxed Hya is busy not being mad at her printer. I'm not worried about your ability, Edison or you'd not be here. I'm worried about your personal things having time.

Edison could talk if he wanted to, of course, but when Hya switches her communication to a different channel -- such as it is -- he moves along in suit. His voice, soft and soothing, is loud and clear inside her head. I have time enough for the things I want to accomplish. But my priority is here with you.

That manicured hand pats his sleeve and the smile returns that will control the world so it all matches like set luggage. "Awwww, I see you read the entire ad!" He did at that. She wasn't lying when she said anticipate my will a must. "Thank you now, let's see if we can cram morning and all these afternoon plans into three consolidated days. Where did you find this anyways? It's lovely?"

Edison smiles back: wide and thin across his pale face, eyes half-lidded with those thick, dark lashes jutting out from his eyes like spikes. "I made it, of course." He will continue to rub for as long as it seems necessary, and stops when it seems like she's had enough.