<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Onnecamug3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Onneca de Goni<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The London Royal Apothecary<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha, Elisabeth, Oswald<br/><hr/><br/>Onneca cleaned up her act as Oswald joined them there at tea. There was no talking about tawdry novels while the gentlemen were about. She pretended to be talking about the feminine and meaningless things that most must have mistaken their gatherings for. "A knitting hoop makes tea cosies so easy. We could make cosies for the whole town, and if there are extras, we can tie a ribbon on to make a hat for a little doggie." And then, as if she had not seen him pacing by, "Oh! Buenos dias, Professor Hardinger." Onneca's mischievous smile was not much different from her shy smile. They were both bashfully playful, but one was at her own expense, and the other, Professor Hardinger's.<br/><br/>"The sun is so bright today," she noticed, and accepted a refill on her tea with gentle modesty. That mischievous smile that couldn't quite be suppressed hid under the brim of her sun hat as though Oswald might detect what she was up to. It wasn't overly encouraged for a woman to have a sense of humor. But Elisabeth would know it, and Agatha knew her equally well. Even as the seating arrangement changed to bring her place across from and adjacent to Agatha into question, she carried on as though nothing were unusual. Just a scoot closer to Agatha would give them so much more room at the table, wouldn't it? But she couldn't, she just couldn't. Flowers had been exchanged and now she was in full denial. They could be tied down to the same chair and Onneca would find a way to cohabitate unobtrusively. It was an obstacle that neither of them seemed willing or able to surmount.<br/><br/>"Si, I am the honey seller. I do not think anyone thinks of me as a scientist," Onneca admitted to the Professor. "But Lady Boyle and Señorita Dunwich are my very best friends. They can count on Señorita de Goni to always be there. We are familia." She flashed her warmest smile to the ladies around the table, and then turned to Oswald, her brow high with a delicate question. In her gentle way, she continued to tease him. "Is this bread good with tea?"