He had set two cups, precisely equidistant, their porcelain gleaming under the soft laboratory lighting, a small pot of honey rested beside the lemon slices.
Hank could not resist a bit of humor: A small card labeled "Caution: May Contain Quantum Fluctuations" stood in front of the teapot.
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The laboratory had been temporarily transformed into a curious hybrid between a salon and a study, stacks of journals sat neatly beside a polished tea tray, the scent of chamomile, bergamot, and polished metal filled the air.
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A familiar hum of the automatic doors and Hank turned, the corners of his lips curving into a warm, welcoming smile.
"Ah! Speak of the scientist and he shall arrive! Dr. Banner, my good man—do come in. The tea is at its philosophical prime."
Ah! What a marvelous day to be both alive and caffeinated!
The world feels just a bit brighter when one's neurons are properly stimulated . . . Preferably with tea rather than chaos.
Let's make today something worth quoting later, shall we?
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He adjusted his bowtie, navy blue today, patterned with faint equations and took a contemplative breath.
"I do hope Dr. Banner will appreciate the infusion! If one can soothe the Hulk with bergamot, perhaps world peace is but a pot away."
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