The Dolenz Circus: Season One: It's Great, It's Terrific!

Episode 20 : Nothing at All

  When Jimmy Page awoke the next morning, it was through the hazy belief that he was not in his own box car. This was because, firstly, it was not nearly as cold this morning as he was getting used to. Things were pleasantly warm, the air less stuffy, the ruckus of the circus not so loud. Besides, he didn't think the clanking of plates or the muted humming noise was very normal, either.

  Today was Thursday, November the 13th. Tomorrow would make Page's first full week of being in the circus. Seven complete days. In that time, he had noticed that mornings were rather chill, things were usually a softened sort of loud, coming from the bustle outside.

  Which meant that nothing fit. Where was he? For a moment, he thought he was in his old home in Tulsa. It took him to a time when his uncle owned a small house nearly on the border of Osage, and was keen on making sausage over the stove.

  But it wasn't so. Jimmy knew it wasn't, especially when his ears focused more on the humming voice. Trying to pick out words, he finally got some after a particularly loud clank of dishes together.

  "Oh, ow! "

  One of Page's green eyes cracked just the laziest bit open. He saw, in his kitchen at the sink, the giant burly form of the lion-maned Plant. He was shaking his hand over the sink, wildly, then brought his index finger to his mouth.

  "Christ, that smarts..." Robert hissed and sucked on his finger a bit more before wagging his hand again. Then he turned, those big blue eyes searching the counter and little table set for something.

  Until those eyes looked above the table, into the little living room. Particularly, Robert was looking up to the chair beside the sofa. Rather, what was currently laying on the chair, staring back at Robert with a robe and striped pajamas on, wide-eyed and still wanting to be asleep, thank you.

  "Oh, ah..." Robert tried using his words, but after a good look at Jimmy's bed head, he decided exactly on what to say. "Y'want some tea?"

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  Jimmy Page, hair and teeth brushed, with morning clothing on, watched with a curling stomach as Robert Plant began to pour too much sugar into a teacup.

  "I still don't know who on earth got you drinking it plain!" The bed-headded blond ranted. "That's a sure sign of something wrong, if I ever saw it. You sure you don't run morning fevers? You look a little flushed in your cheeks, Pagey."

  The magician's nerves settled a tad as he took the cup of hot, untouched early grey that Robert handed him. For a moment, a fuzzy, shiny thought entered his head.

  So, Robert remembered how he liked his tea.

  "It's just how I've always had it." He said, and blew lightly on the surface as he brought the cup to his mouth with both thin-fingered hands. "Too much sugar in the morning makes me sick, if anything."

  "I could never live like that," Robert mused, taking a bite out of the over-burnt toast he had hand prepared himself in Jimmy's toaster. "No sugar, I mean. You don't even like cakes? What about juice?"

  Jimmy felt the sides of his mouth being tugged so much by those words, he could not help but smile.

  "I'm very good at making pastries, actually." He helped. "I like making them very much."

  This seemed to appease the great golden beast sitting across the table. "What, you mean like little Danishes, croissants and all that? Little jam-filled things? No, you don't! Really?"

  Of course, there was no time to respond to any of that.

  "You should make some, sometime! Well. I'm sorry, that was a little- I mean, I could help, y'know, I'm not as terrible at making things as everyone says. But it'd be fun to have a little bakery something-something, y'know? Like a treat."