[i]HMS Ark Royal[/i] - [u]There's Always Time for Tea[/u]

With a shrill whistle, the steam poured from the spout of a kettle as it announced that it was ready for its true purpose. Gently, within a small porcelain teacup lined with platinum, a Teabag of Earl Grey was placed. Not long after, long, smooth fingertips poured the steaming water into it precisely up to the line. Taking the teabag by the string, the fingertips lightly danced upwards and downwards as the darkened clouds spread fluidly across so that from end to end, her deliciously anticipated beverage was complete.

Now came the most painstaking part: letting it settle for a few minutes more. 

Impatiently she watched as the trails of steam unfurled skyward, until at long last a chime went off by the table. Plucking it upward and closing her eyes to savor the very scent of the tea, a light sip was all it took to transport her to a state of utter serenity. 

She could spend all day doing this, if she were given the opportunity.

Yet the glaring klaxon sirens screaming through her home denied such a hope. Taking another sip and lightly tiptoeing through her home, she slung the quiver onto her thigh and the bow loosely over her shoulder. Then swiftly running a brush through the flowing lengths of her blonde hair, the Ark Royal sighed as she settled a sailor's cap upon her head. 

Stubbornly, she kept the saucer and teacup with her as she strode smoothly towards the rallying point. There, ahead of everyone of course was Taihou, the only other carrier of the unit. One that was much more heavily armored in comparison to her lighter form; though it was what she preferred as she did like having mobility. Nodding silently to the Secretary as she took another sip of her tea, the HMS Ark Royal curtly offered a warm welcome to her opposite.

[color=9e0039]"Good morning, ma'am."[/color] She started, curtly in her British accent. [color=9e0039]"Trouble on the horizon have we? Or is this another bloody drill?"[/color]