Persitence and Tea

Forgetful

"Geoffrey," a high pitched voice gleefully sang throughout the corridors of the maze-like workshop, "I have biscuits! Come have some before they're all gone!" Simotaneously skipping and trying not to spill her try's contents all over her greased overalls, Lucille traversed the hallways in search of her fellow metal-worker. "Geoffrey," she rang into every open doorway she could find, "Geoffrey, I know you're here, there's no use hiding from me and my delicious food!"

"Bloody wires," Geoffrey grumbled, "You just don't want to listen, do you?"
Geoffrey laid on his workshop floor, wedged underneath his and Lucy's unfinished time machine. The machine itself was quite large; Its shiny brass body took up a third of the room. The wraparound glass viewing window allowed a full view of the machine's interior from the outside. Two large red leather seats occupied the front of the cockpit, where a control board shaped in the fashion of the window was adorned with many shiny lights and switches. Certainly not a bad month's worth of work.

"I'm in the workshop, Lucy!" Shouted Geoffrey. A head poked through the workshop's wooden doors. "There you are," exclaimed Lucy, "I'd certainly hoped you'd be outside, taking a break from all this....well, working!" "I would be," Geoffrey stated as he kept fiddling with his wires, "But somebody keeps rushing off to who-knows-where!"
"Well," Lucy huffed, "You can't expect me to just stay cooped up inside today! You do know what day it is, right?" Geoffrey sighed, "Is it the day where the villagers stop mobbing me with their pitchforks and torches?" "No, silly," Lucy replied, placing the baking tray on a nearby counter. "Today is the day my sister pops by for a visit!" Geoffrey cursed as his head collided with the underside of the machine. "And you pick now to tell me?"

Geoffrey slid out swiftly from underneath on his dolly. "This place is hardly presentable!" Geoffrey quickly stood up to face Lucy. "We haven't barely any food for us, much less a guest! Why, the rats eat more often than us!" Lucy giggled. "Well, that may be true, but that's the whole reason why she's coming over!" Geoffrey gave her a perplexed look. "I thought you knew that already!" "I suppose I was busy," he replied, unsure of his answer. "Well," Lucy continued, checking her pocketwatch, "She'll be arriving around five o'clock this evening. That should give you enough time to clean the grease off your face before dinner!" Lucy smiled at him, then sauntered out the doors of the workshop, leaving Geoffrey with a exausted look on his face.