Walking in from the rain, Page closes the door behind him and dries himself as best he could before hanging up his coat and heading to the till...
"Afternoon miss, the usual for me please."
"You know you get to call me Christy now Tom, you've definitely grown up enough since you first started coming in here with your grandfather."
"Old habit's die hard, miss; maybe one of these days I'll get round to first-name terms".
"Ok then Const- sorry, Sergeant Page. Deary me, you're going up the ranks faster than I can get used to. Here's your tea" she said, while passing over the large Cambridge University mug that Page had brought with him upon joining the force.
"I'd also like to pay Constable White's tab. I lost a bet he couldn't get a date with that woman he brought in here before, and you of all people know what he is like with paying for stuff here..."
"All right Tom, I'll add his $41 to your tab."
"41 credits, the cheeky blig- *ahem*, fine."
Turning round with his mug of tea, Page spots Constables White and Rowser enjoying a quiet break from their patrols. Not quiet for long...
"Speak of the devil, Jayne, I have just come upon your sizeable tab. Letting you escort that trader lass was more trouble than I thought!" he said.
"I don't think either of us got what we were expecting, but still worth it to get my bills paid."
"At least I don't feel guilty about letting your Hussar's 'secret' tea dispenser modification be known to Bailey. Told you she'd appreciate the idea instead of getting it removed."
"You have a tea dispenser in your ship? That's so cool!" piped in Rowser.
"Well have you tried to bring a cup of tea with you during take-off?" joked White.
"I've heard it can be quite a hassle", said Page, "Now what's this I have been hearing about this Colonial woman you've met?"
The three of them continued to joke to each other (mostly at Rowser's expense), knowing Bretonia would be safe enough in the hands of the other officers... at least for a little while.
