The music room had been an unexpected discovery. When was the last time Kate really had a chance to sit down with a cello and just play? Since high school, at least -- and not the high school deja vu they all just witnessed. Hell, maybe it's even some time earlier. But she had other plans in mind for the day - something more than just wandering aimlessly around the mansion. So, carefully packing up the bow and instrument, she makes her way to the room she plans to spend most of her day.
Once in the kitchen She steadies the cello between her knees, resting the upper bout against her chest. Her eyes close, blocking out the rest of the world around her. The pads of her left hand stroke the strings of the fingerboard, gently plucking each note. But muscle memory steps in where actual memory briefly fails. She curls her right hand around the cello bow and, so slowly, draws it across the strings.
The sound is a little jarring at first. She continues to play, humming softly to herself as she makes the fine adjustments necessary, gently turning the peg until the note chimes true. She's rusty, not as good as she used to be (wouldn't Dad be displeased?), but it's enough to seek the attention she wants. And then, grinning, she sets up her phone on a nearby chair and starts to record a video of herself playing the Prelude of Bach's Cello Suite 1. She plays for a minute or so before putting down the cello, leaning it carefully against her on the wall.
Then, she leans forward to smile (oh-so-innocently) at her audience.]
Now that I've got your attention...
I've learned recently that some of the citizens of Wonderland are suffering from a severe
lack in their life. I would have addressed the problem sooner, but given our recent trip back to reliving our teenage glory days, I got a little distracted. C'est la vie
, right?[She stands from her chair and begins to walk across the room towards one of the counters.]
So not all of you are from the 20th or 21st century. Okay, some of you aren't even from Earth to begin with. You guys, I might understand. But the rest of you? Especially those people who have been here weeks now?
No excuse. There's absolutely no excuse what so ever that accounts for a lack of knowledge on the world's most important elixir:
Coffee. [The camera pans over the counter where three different coffee machines have been set up to brew more coffee than clearly possible for one person to drink. A bowl of sugar and a couple of different canisters of milk and cream sit nearby a row of mugs: her own little coffee bar.
She holds up her own mug in salute, steam vapor trailing from the liquid. Kate closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, smiling. She takes a sip as if doing a Foldger's commercial. But this? This is way more important. The mug goes back on the counter and she opens her eyes again to smile at the camera.]
Consider this your lucky day, Wonderland. I'll be down here in the kitchen all afternoon to introduce you to the joys that are this amazing, caffeinated beverage. And for those of you already familiar with the drink? Hey, the more the merrier.
Just don't forget to grab the mug. Because unlike some people I know, I do have the class to insist we use the pot for pouring only.[Barton, she's eyeing you.
Until anyone shows up? Might as well use today to relax and reacquaint herself with the cello.]