Jay quietly waits for Rainey to finish. “Now, Jay, what about costumes? I envision the pilgrims’ first Thanksgiving. Since the raccoons are so proper, they really should play the part of the refined pilgrims. The badgers are… well, shall we say, ‘one with the earth’. They would make wonderful Indians.”
Jay flashes half a smile at Rainey and continues without commenting. “This arguin’ went on for weeks. But, Father Clean Jeans was a clever sort, well-spoken and well-received. He devised a plan to stop the nonsense once and for all. He announced to the raccoon families that there would be a special raccoon picnic. Ironically, he told the badgers the exact same thing, only theirs was a badger picnic.”
Rainey puts down her tea cup again, “Oh, Jay, must he be so deceptive? Couldn’t he simply have a chat with them? It would be so much nicer, don’t you think?”
Frustrated, “But, Rainey, don’t ya see? They’ve tried for weeks to get along with one another. A mere talkin’ to ain’t gonna cut it. And besides, it wouldn’t be much of a play without a bit o’ mischief.”
“Oh, I see,” Rainey says. “…well, would you look at that. Jay, I’ve been so wrapped up in your little play, I’ve simply neglected my tea. Now, just look at it. Why, there’s no steam whatsoever. Would you mind at all if I asked for a warm cup, please?” Rainey gently smiles as though she were simply saying “hello.”
Jay stares at Rainey, half expecting her to relieve him with oh, I’m only pulling your leg. But, she doesn’t.
Without a word, Jay fills her tea cup with boiling hot Earl Grain. Jay places the tea beside Rainey, with an ice cube on the side, just in case. Jay watches Rainey for a long minute. He waits patiently for her to say anything, absolutely anything, so as not to interrupt his story again.